Quotes About Reverend

It came to pass, not long after the scene above recorded, that the Reverend Mr Dimmesdale, at noonday, and entirely unawares, fell into a deep, deep slumber, sitting in his chair, with a large black-letter volume open before him on the table. It must have been a work of vast ability in the somniferous school of literature.

I am the Reverend, the note said in a spidery scrawl. Would you like to join my flock of the Hushed?

I thought symphaths didn't have a conscience. I'm half my mother's boy, too. So I have a little. Aren't you lucky. The Reverend's chin dipped down, and his eyes flashed pure, purple evil for a split second. Then he smiled. No… all the rest of you are fortunate.

So I want to share a little news. You getting married? Butch tossed back half the new Lag. Where you registered? Crate and Bury 'Em? Try Heckler and Koch. The Reverend opened his jacket and flashed the butt of a forty. Nice little poodle shooter you got there, vampire. Put a hell of a- V cut in. You two are like playing tennis, and racquet sports bore me. What's the news? Revh looked at Butch. He has such phenomenal people skills, doesn't he. Try living with him.

The Reverend grinned, his fangs flashing. You know, I've heard this rumor… about a member of the Brotherhood who's celibate. Yeah, go figure, a warrior who abstains. And I've heard a few other things about this male. He's down to one leg. Has a scarred sociopath for a twin. You wouldn't by any chance know of such a Brother? Phury shook his head. Nope.

I am now officially ordained. Yep, that's right - Reverend Tori Spelling!

There's a little rack along the front of the counter bearing religious tracts, free for the taking, donation requested. Several slots on the rack are occupied by the Reverend Wayne's famous bestseller. How America Was Saved from Communism: ELVIS SHOT JFK.

The anti-life of [Jerry Falwell] proves only one thing: that you can get away with the most extraordinary offenses to morality and truth in this country if you'll just get yourself called Reverend. People like that should be out in the street, shouting and hollering with a cardboard sign and selling pencils from a cup.

Such was the gospel of "Reverend Smith," as his followers called him. It was the whole Nazi creed of hate, complete to the smallest detail, but translated from German into Middle Western with a touch of the South. It was preaching in the style of the old-time camp-meeting, where people were used to shouting "Amen!

But, reverend master, it is not sufficient to pass one's life, one must earn the means for life.

I reckon, he said malevolently, you is just made up your mind to serve Satan all your days. I done made up my mind, she answered, to live all while I can. If that's a sin, well, I'll go on down to Hell and pay for it. But don't you fret, Reverend—it ain't your soul.

Reverend Samuel Worcester was released from a Georgia prison, after serving four years of hard labor for speaking out against the mistreatment of Cherokee Indians.

In 1993 the Reverend Robert Meneilly blasted the Cons from the pulpit of Village Presbyterian, a fashionable church nestled on the Mission Hills border, warning that their efforts to baptize government would one day backfire, discrediting Christianity and setting back its larger spiritual mission.

For this project I interviewed the Reverend William Barber, Fred Harris, and Jim Hightower, three men who were enormously helpful in explaining the reform tradition and the power of mass movements. There are moments with all of them that I will never forget, but the one I am truly sorry I could not work into the text was when Hightower showed me a framed Texas poll tax receipt from 1964, a memento of a thankfully bygone era.

greeting the Reverend, who was once again meek, as though this very day he might inherit the earth.

The reverend waited for her to be seated and then he bowed his head and blessed the food and the table and the people sitting at it. He went on at some length and blessed everything all the way up to the country and then he blessed some other countries as well and he spoke about war and famine and the missions and other problems in the world with particular reference to Russia and the jews and cannibalism and he asked it all in Christ's name amen and raised up and reached for the cornbread.

This is him, cried the reverend, sobbing. This is him. The devil. Here he stands.

Her body was spattered with tiny bits of the reverend's flesh and blood, like someone had combined shrimp and tomato soup and then forgot to put the lid on the blender.

Reverend Forbes did not talk about Jonathan Carlson at all. He railed against sinners everywhere, the tone of his voice showing clearly that he felt that everything beyond his own church in Friendly became steadily more evil, and that Satan's blood dripped down the sides of the mountain, infecting all of those below with his darkness.

Reverend Thomas said that in hell, the sinners were indifferent to the suffering of others, it was part of damnation. I hadn't understood that until now.

Reverend Thomas said that in hell, the sinners were indifferent to the suffering of others, it was part of damnation. I hadn't understood that until now. She

I always wanted to play a nun, and to play the Reverend Mother was a thrill of a lifetime for me. But, generations back, my family were not churchgoers, which is an unusual thing in the United States.

Our writer Ben Wallace-Wells visited Trinity United Church of Christ in Chicago, to which Obama belonged. It was led by Reverend Jeremiah Wright. It wasn't Martin Luther King Jr. preaching; it was Malcolm X.

Prince, thou art sad. Get thee a wife, get thee a wife. There is no staff more reverend than one tipped with horn.