Pulp Fiction Bible Verse Quote Novels & Stories

A pity," she says without pity. The just is a guide to his neighbor, but the path of the wicked leads to his downfall. Proverbs 12:26. "What kind of bible do you read?" —It is a simple phrase, I exercised both when overthrowing the Segreta Società . —Did you do it out of pride or selfishness? Did you want it all for yourself? He shakes his head.

His tone picked up. "I was not," I blurted, defending myself. "I will be more than glad to hear you explain yourself." "Uh— you had an attack, and I was only helping." "By going through my stuff?" The anger was visible in his eyes. "No, I— I came across that— I wanted to call someone to stay with you..." "You know the saying that goes obedience is better than sacrifice?" "It's... it's from the Bible." "I warned you against going anywhere else except the kitchen—"

He rubbed my back in circles and clasped his other hand with mine. "We are okay Ginevra" he whispered in my ear and gave me a light peck on my cheek. "Sorry to hear about that, but yes we should also forgive them" he stated. "Today our main goal is to talk about forgiving people and not holding any grudges against them," he said and opened his bible. "Turn to the book of Ephesians chapter 4:31-32" I struggled to look in the book where he was talking about. A kind-hearted lady noticed my struggle and took the book from my hands, she quickly turned to the page for me and showed me where to read.

“That’s Kings Seventeen.” Wolf stared at him, his mind whirring, the pieces slowly clicking into place. Is he sayin’ – no. Oh, fuck no. “‘And shed innocent blood, the blood of their sons and daughters, and the land was polluted with blood’.” Preacher smiled into Wolf’s ashen face. “Psalm One-oh-six.” “Viper,” Wolf said, almost numb with terror, his lips barely moving. He wasn’t a man who ever begged for anything, but he heard the pleading in his own voice and truly didn’t care. “Please don’t –”

In my defense, I'm doing a service to humanity. I lift my gaze toward my father. "Okay, according to this site, 'Bible Today'—what kind of name is that, anyway?—it says the poor possessed person should be tied up. Apparently, the evil spirit controlling their body—these are the exact words—tends to get violent at the sight of holy water, a cross, or a Bible." I look back at my dad, and we both turn simultaneously toward little Amanda, who’s smiling at us, completely clueless.

The book is yet to happen, I am yet to arrive, wrongs are yet to set themselves right, wounds are yet to be healed. A lot can happen over coffee– the punch-line in the Café Coffee Day counter in the airport was treachery at its best! Nothing had actually happened! After two cappuccinos, the punch-line surfaced as a smirk – “Go, see, feel and touch your genitals while you pee. Nothing else’s really going to happen! It’s your Waiting for Godot moment. So wait.”

The voice made me remember a verse our pastor used as a sermon in the bible the last time I attended the evening bible study that always takes place every Tuesday. I can recall the verse very well that says, "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places. Take therefore the whole armour of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand. Stand, therefore, with your loins girt with truth and your breastplate of righteousness on. And with the preparation of the gospel of peace on your feet;

"Hmmm… Intriguing, very intriguing. Go on, continue." "That's basically it Sir. The hardest of problems can only be fixed by the easiest of solutions." "Who said that? Did you just make it up?" "Jesus Christ said that Sir, in the bible." "Wow, that's a good quote. That guy Jesus has some good ones, back in his day." "Here is another one: it is your right to kill anyone that tries to harm you." "He said that? Really??" "Yes Mr. Secretary."

I demand, holding it until he takes hold of it. “For God so loved the world, that He gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” Thane reads the first chapter, halting as he stares at me. “Go on” I say, pointing towards the bible.

She opened her eyes and the contractile aperture in the chocolate brown coloured iris of large doleful eyes caught the letters, Luke 11:45 "For there is nothing covered that will not be revealed, nor hidden that will not be known" Sre knew that verse. He'd whispered those same words as he'd run his hard calloused palm down her naked body. Sreya could remember it all. Clearly. Too clearly. She could remember how he'd touch her. Gently drag his hand down her skin in a lover's caress. She could remember the appreciation in his eyes and the tears in hers. She could remember the bible verses he muttered each time he was around her. Each time he was erect. She remembered the way he'd burn his fles