#prophetic

I'm loving Gateway to the Seer Realm Look Again to See Beyond the Natural ↗

— Barbie Breathitt

#love

Once the writer in every individual comes to life (and that time is not far off), we are in for an age of universal deafness and lack of understanding. ↗

— Milan Kundera

#prophetic #wisdom #writing #age

Intelligence and war are games, perhaps the only meaningful games left. If any player becomes too proficient, the game is threatened with termination. ↗

— William S. Burroughs

#profound #prophetic #inspirational

When a scientist is ahead of his times, it is often through misunderstanding of current, rather than intuition of future truth. In science there is never any error so gross that it won't one day, from some perspective, appear prophetic. ↗

— Jean Rostand

#any #appear #current #day #error

I thought some of Mrs. White's material was prophetic. I felt some of her insights were extremely helpful and I regarded her as a sister in the Lord. I wasn't out to attack Ellen White's character. ↗

— Walter Martin

#character #ellen #extremely #felt #helpful

People think when you get a record deal all your problems will go away. We know that the bigger we get, the more problems we'll have. I guess Puff Daddy was somewhat - what's the word? - prophetic in that respect. ↗

— Brad Delson

#bigger #daddy #deal #get #go

Prophetic pragmatism attempts to keep alive the sense of alternative ways of life and of struggle based on the best of the past. In this sense, the praxis of prophetic pragmatism is tragic action with revolutionary intent, usually reformist consequences and always visionary outlook. ↗

— Cornel West

#life

Isaiah 41:1 Keep silence before me, O islands; and let the people renew their strength: let them come near; then let them speak: let us come near together to judgment. ↗

— Anonymous

#biblical #god #prophecy #prophetic #quiet

The apostolic writings are of three kinds: historical, didactic, and prophetic. ↗

— Philip Schaff

#didactic #historical #kinds #prophetic #three

The industrial towns were far away, a smudge of smoke and misery hidden by the curve of the earth's surface. Down here it was still the England I had known in my childhood: the railway-cuttings smothered in wild flowers, the deep meadows where the great shining horses browse and meditate, the slow-moving streams bordered by willows, the green bosoms of the elms, the larkspurs in the cottage gardens; and then the huge peaceful wilderness of outer London, the barges on the miry river, the familiar streets, the posters telling of cricket matches and Royal weddings, the men in bowler hats, the pigeons in Trafalgar Square, the red buses, the blue policemen—all sleeping the deep, deep sleep of England, from which I sometimes fear that we shall never wake till we are jerked out of it by the roar of bombs. ↗

— George Orwell

#men