Quotes About Belief

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole things happening for a reason drill.

I subscribe to the notion that if you worry about something, it is somehow less likely to happen.

so much of how we see the world is a matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and wanting and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.

Their collective advice: don't settle. Keep looking. Find Mr. Right. That is what they all did. And by God, I think they believe it. Because nobody who marries at the ripe age of twenty-three can be settling. Naturally. That is a phenomenon that only happens to women in their thirties.

I still find myself reaching out and knocking twice on our wooden cutting board. Because you can never be too sure when it comes to the things that matter most.

never had a good gut feeling. It wasn't so much that I didn't have faith in my team, but that I maintained the truest fans always reverted to a doomsday position

So much of how we see the world is the matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.

thinking that so much of how we see the world is a matter of interpretation. A matter of wishing and wanting and hoping rather than really deep-down believing.

his unwavering confidence - but now, it feels like a brand of indifference

To be clear, I have no problem with religion or people who are religious, even those who are outspoken about their faith. What I can't stand are the judgmental hypocrites- people who talk a big Christian game yet don't even make a cursory attempt to follow the Golden Rule, let alone some of those pesky commandments.

She says that everyone creates a version of her life that she wishes were true and tries to believe.

And although I no longer identified with the stringency or dogma of organized Christian religion, I remained drawn to the compassion and sense of community that still existed in houses of worship.

I love you like my own sister. Which is why I won't hesitate to tell you that I don't believe it.

It's a cheval, said Mick, huge eyed. ...A mindless, soulless, sexless shell, genderless as a baby doll, she said to me--at me--whoever she was talking to, it wasn't me. She didn't believe I existed.

Are stories true? ... They're magic, they're not about real people walking around today. So they're fake? No, no. Stories are a different kind of true.

I'd never believed the future was inscribed for each of us the day we were born. If anything was written in the stars, it was we who joined those dots, and our lives were the writing.

But for me, Room is a peculiar (and no doubt heretical) battle between Mary and the Devil for young Jesus. If God sounds absent from that triangle, that's because I think that for a small child, God's love is represented, and proved, by mother-love.

Our faith stands like an island,' he proclaims, 'lashed by a sea of doubt.

influenza means, she said. Influenza delle stelle—the influence of the stars. Medieval Italians thought the illness proved that the heavens were governing their fates, that people were quite literally star-crossed.

But if there's no heaven what remains?

To wÅ'aÅ›nie znaczy sÅ'owo influenza, inna nazwa grypy. Influenza delle stelle, czyli wpÅ'yw gwiazd. Dla Å›redniowiecznych WÅ'ochów ta choroba byÅ'a dowodem na to, ?e niebiosa sterujÄ… ich losem, ?e niektórzy dosÅ'ownie urodzili siÄ™ pod zÅ'Ä… gwiazdÄ….

I told her, In Italy, they used to blame the influence of the constellations for making them sick—that's where influenza comes from.

And how will we recognise our island?' Trian wonders. 'By a sign of some kind.' Cormac realises something: the Prior doesn't know. Trian hesitates as if about to say more, but doesn't. It comes to Cormac that maybe it's their fault the boat hasn't reached the island yet, his and Trian's. We of little faith.

Influenza delle stelle—the influence of the stars. Medieval Italians thought the illness proved that the heavens were governing their fates, that people were quite literally star-crossed.