Quotes About Belief

Oh, sure. Of course, they say now that we've got Freud and the motorcar, God is dead." "He's not dead; just very tired.

Cómo se inventa uno una religión? —preguntó Evie. Will la miró por encima de los cristales de sus gafas. —Dices 'Dios me ha dicho lo siguiente', y luego esperas a que la gente se apunte.

No, I call. Come back. I'm here, he says. But I can't see. It's too bright. You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.

People see what they want to see when they need to.

Oh shit! Can you say 'fuck' in a graveyard or will it jinx you with the undead?

There are times when one friend requires the blind faith of another...

Okay. That's fair. Abso-tive-ly fair. Let's say the tables were turned. If I were about to walk off a cliff, what would you do?" Evie pursed her lips. "Push?" "I don't believe that." "You would on the way down.

Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are right and just in their actions. Abraham was willing to sacrifice his son, Isaac, because he believed that God had commanded it. To kill your son is unthinkable. A crime. But if you are acting in the belief that your God, your supreme deity whom you must obey, has demanded it of you, is it still a crime?

They kept the lie going, and the people loved it.

What --- you don't believe in true love? Petra asked. The kind that can then be parlayed into awesome merchandising opportunities? - Beauty Queens

In them, she saw the sham of her life laid out like a book, the foolish belief that she, that anyone, could escape the consequences of this world, could flee from death. That was the deceit. The true serpent in the garden.

People are…" Mabel wheezed. "Mostly good, you…" Wheeze. "Know? Mostly." She tried to take a breath. It was hard. Like breathing through layers of gauze. Where were her parents? She loved them so. "Mostly. I believe that with…" A bloody cough tore through Mabel's lungs. "… With all my… all my heart.

Forget your pain. It was what I said when I took Father's hand in the drawing room yesterday, what I repeated again tonight. But I didn't mean this. I must be careful. Yet what bothers me isn't the power of the magic or how, to a person, they've all accepted it as truth. No, what unsettles me the most is how much I want to believe it too.

The rules of magic, my dear, are best not discussed. For once we understand the illusion, we no longer believe in it.

It's over, her mind whispered. There's still hope, her heart insisted.

Why does anyone do anything? Belief. A belief that they are doing right and just in their actions.

Careful there, Poet. I might start to believe you.

In truth, it is the simplest act in the world. The trick works because you wish it to. You must remember the most important rule of and successful illusion; First the people must want to believe it.

Well, are you going to motivate people to bring peace to war-torn nations, or are you going to motivate people to join a cult and drink the Kool-Aid?

You have been deceived. Spiritualism is no more a science than thievery. For that's all this is--very skilled dodgers stealing money from the bereaved for a little glint of hope. People see what they want to see when they need to.

It is rather alarming how quickly people will turn someone else's fiction into fact in order to support their own fictions of themselves.

Even Evie believed in something, that something being Evie a lot of the time.

For all who believe that peace is not an ideal or pipe dream but anecessity. ~Libba Bray They believe, and believing changes everything. ~Gemma, The sweet far thing, Libba Bray Bu the past cannot be changed, and we carry our choices with us forward, into the unknown. ~Circe, The sweet far thing, Libba Bray Stop, gemma, before you go mad. Or am I already there? ~Gemma, The sweet far thing, Libba Bray peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more aruous. ~George Shaw

And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.