Quotes about Revelation
'Who Is This Man?' is about the impact of Jesus on human history. Most people - including most Christians - simply have no idea of the extent to which we live in a Jesus-impacted world.
— John Ortberg
Most people really have no problem with the idea of a creator God. Their question is just what is this God like, how can I know about him, how can I know him.
— Eric Metaxas
In the Gospels—Jesus is the prophet to his people. In Acts and the Epistles—Jesus is the priest for his people. In the book of Revelation—Jesus is the King over his people.
— Norman Geisler
when truth goes, the authority of the gospel is undermined, because the gospel tells us all about the Truth.
— Norman Geisler
Augustine was right when he said that we love the truth when it enlightens us, but we hate it when it convicts us. Maybe we can't handle the truth. In
— Norman Geisler
To tell the truth about oneself, to discover oneself near at hand, is not easy.
— Virginia Woolf
It was the present moment. No one need wonder that Orlando started, pressed her hand to her heart, and turned pale. For what more terrifying revelation can there be than that it is the present moment?
— Virginia Woolf
Brooding, she changed the pool into the sea, and made the minnows into sharks and whales, and cast vast clouds over this tiny world by holding her hand against the sun, and so brought darkness and desolation...to millions of ignorant and innocent creatures, and then took her hand away suddenly and let the sun stream down.
— Virginia Woolf
How explain to him that she, who had been lapped like a lily in folds of paduasoy, had hacked heads off, and lain with loose women among treasure sacks in the holds of pirate ships?...
— Virginia Woolf
I have lived a thousand lives already. Every day I unbury--I dig up. I find relics of myself in the sand that women made thousands of years ago...
— Virginia Woolf
This was now revealed to Septimus; the message hidden in the beauty of words. The secret signal which one generation passes, under disguise, to the next is loathing, hatred, despair.
— Virginia Woolf
"It wasn't the wine," murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. "It was the salmon."
— Charles Dickens