Pulp Fiction Bible Verse Quote Novels & Stories

And if we think Bill’s guts are terrifying, can you imagine what we would find inside Frank? “Right,” Frank says, grinding the barrel deeper. “The Bible said nothing about going down on rock stars, because rock stars hadn’t been invented when Jesus walked the Earth. Can I get an Amen?” “Amen?” Bill mutters. In the rearview mirror, his nephew continues his pursuit, wisely dropping back a few car-lengths. “You’re damn skippy.” Frank tucks away the pistol and flops back in his seat, adjusting his collar with a few deft tugs. “For the love of God, Bill, why are you always so dense?”

I seriously can't wrap my head around the reasons for his psychopathic behaviours. "Because you're my wife." He answers with a shrug. "Isn't it that obvious?" "We never got married. That was a fake certificate." "So why didn't the court determine otherwise, hmm?" He jumps on the bed beside me, and continue pinning me down. "You see even during the time of John the Baptist, the kingdom of God suffereth violence, and only the violent taketh it by force." There's a mocking glint in his face. Why is he quoting scripture? He sounds more like a threat than a blessing.

“You must have gotten things mixed up Mrs Rachel...God loves and God forgives. In 1st John 1:9,it quotes that if we confess our sins ,he is faithful and just to forgive us our.........” “ SHUT UP!!!” Rachel cuts in, rendering all he had said useless. She draws out a pen-knife from her bag and drives it into his neck. The priest mutters words to himself as though he was incantating as he gasped for breath. Blood had began to drench his cassock as he held his neck. Rachel withdraws the knife,laughs menacingly and clops out of the murder scene. Once again,Rachel gasping for air,woke up breathless from another nightmare that felt all too real.

“What the hell am I meant to do with this?” The monk’s eyes burned with irritation at his swear word and Eli gulped, whispering an apology. Turning away from him for a moment, he returned with a large bible and plopped it on the desk. “Open the book of proverbs chapter 30, verse 8. And read it aloud.” It took a moment for Eli to find it, but when he did, he cleared his throat and croaked. “‘Keep falsehood and lies far from me; give me neither povery nor riches, but give me only my daily bread.”

Sophia leans in, her eyes captivating as she whispers seductively, "You know, Mr. Stone, I love The Godfather too. But my favorite quote is spoken by Calo. Do you know which one that is? No?" She paused, relishing in the moment. "Calo says it, 'Women are more dangerous than shotguns.'" With that final declaration, Sophia vanishes into a waiting cab, leaving Alexander alone on the bustling sidewalk, his thoughts in turmoil. Sophia hurriedly rummages through her purse in the back of the cab, finally retrieving her phone. As she unlocks it, she notices an alarming number of missed calls from Evelyn. Panic grips her heart, and she dials her friend's number without wasting a second.

“He doesn't need to invite Evelyn Prokofiev. He needs to invite what you represent. You see, after all the son of man cometh like a thief, Aurora. You don't walk in through the front gate with a flag. You walk in through the service entrance while he’s looking at the sky.” I let out a dry, disbelieving breath, a tiny, reluctant smile tugging at the corner of my lips despite the absolute gravity of our situation. “Are you seriously quoting the bible to me right now, Jasper? Since when did the King of the Kitonio empire become a Sunday school preacher?”

I asked immediately. He let out a scoff. “At least, take your seat before you start bombarding me with your questions. I have truth and I remember clearly in a verse in the Bible that the truth shall set you free. Even though this truth is different from the one being said, it still has it context here.” He tilted his head when he saw that I was not heeding to what he said. “You can walk out if you want but you darling Angela might have to spend the next ten years in jail for a crime that she didn't commit.” He whistled.

And it must be true, because, after all these years, she kept it. Hugging it closer to my chest, I went back into the kitchen, sat down pouring myself another glass whiskey, ready to read the Lord's teaching. “If dad can do it, so can I...” I murmured. I opened the book, and it's randomly displaying Roman 16:20, “The God of peace will soon crush Lucifer under your feet,” I read aloud, “The grace of our Lord Jesus be with—” Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late,

I could only recall a bible quotation, maybe the book of the Bible where it can be found, but not the exact reference. When I came, they had just finished a round where anyone interested would come out and quote a scripture with its exact reference. What they were doing when I came was the leader would either quote a scripture and someone would tell him where it's found or he would mention a reference and someone would tell him, the scripture there. "Galatians 2:20?" "I am crucified with Christ, nevertheless I live, yet not I, but Christ lives in me: and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by the faith of the Son of God, who loved me, and gave himself for me"

The timing of it seemed perfect . The Reverend pulled out his eyedrops and paused, tilting his head back; just another of the many failings this current host experienced. These eyes were old and rheumy, and stayed so dry most of the time that the drops were a necessity. He wiped the excess with his handkerchief as he continued along, entering the chapel room and closing its doors. He remained facing the double doors a moment, head cocked to one side. The candles were already lit, that much he could tell, their dim glow casting shadows which wavered over the brick. But there was another smell besides incense here, something else in his inner sanctuary. At his back. A smile touched Julian’s li