Quotes About Belief

The moment you say an idea system is sacred, whether it's a religious belief system or a secular ideology, the moment you declare a set of ideas to be immune from criticism, satire, derision, or contempt, freedom of thought becomes impossible.

Amikor az ember a lehetetlenre vállalkozik, mindennap a halállal utazik, megtisztulásnak, a lélek felemelkedésének fogadja el az utazást, s így az út nem az istenek megnevezése, hanem maga Isten felé tart.

What sort of god could be excused the actions of his followers? Didn't it, in a way, infantilise the deity to say he was powerless against the faithful?

In a time of constant transformation, beatitude is the joy that comes with belief, with certainty.

Ez az istenimádat-dolog, az énnek e megtagadása a Mindenható színe elÅ'tt csak figyelemelterelés, hamis nyom. Akárhol rejlik is a jóság, semmikép nem egy istenségnek szóló szertartásos, gondolkodás nélküli tiszteletadásban, hanem inkább az egyéni vagy közös út lassú, esetlen, hibákkal tarkított keresésében.

Ngôn ng? là sá»± can ??m: chúng ta hình thành nó t? trong ý nghÄ©, nói nó ra và làm Ä'úng nhÆ° v?y ?? bi?n nó thành sá»± th?t.

We can't deny the ubiquity of faith. If we write in such a way as to prejudge such belief as in some way deluded or false, then are we not guilty of elitism, of imposing our world-view on the masses?

A man who invents himself needs someone to believe in him, to prove he's managed it. Playing God again, you could say. Or you could come down a few notches, and think of Tinkerbell; fairies don't exist if children don't clap their hands. Or you might simply say: it's just like being a man. Not only the need to be believed in, but to believe in another. You've got it: Love.

What is the opposite of faith? Not disbelief. Too final, certain, closed. Itself a kind of belief. Doubt.

Question: What is the opposite of faith? Not disbelief. Too final, certain, closed. Itself a kind of belief. Doubt.

Ich würde lieber im Kampf um große Dichter sterben als in einem Krieg um Götter.

People called him paranoiac and he accepted the label. He had a whole theory of paranoia. I don't think he remembers that now. He said paranoia was to be understood as essentially optimistic, because the paranoid believed that there was a meaning to events, that the world made sense, even though that sense was concealed.

If you are for Allah, I am for Al-Lat. And she doesn't believe your God when he recognizes her. Her opposition to him is implacable, irrevocable, engulfing. The war between us cannot end in truce. And what a truce! Yours is a patronizing, condescending lord. Al-Lat hasn't the slightest wish to be Allah's daughter. She is his equal, as I am yours.

True is such a twentieth-century concept. The question is, can I get you to believe it, can I get it repeated enough times to make it as good as true.

All true believers have good reasons for disbelieving in every god except their own," said Birbal, "and so it is they who, between them, give me all the reasons for believing in none.

If he believed in souls he would have said she had a good one.

It was curious that so avowedly godless a person should keep trying to write about faith.

The limitations we place upon the world are imposed by ourselves rather than the world.

A man is sane only to the extent that he subscribes to a previously-agreed construction of reality.

Ask me how I can afford it." Riya fell into the trap and asked. "Oh, I'm now a transbillionaire," came the reply. "I identify as rich and so consequently I am.

She made only one educational stipulation: religious instruction. Unlike Aziz, who was racked by ambiguity, she had remained devout. 'You have your Hummingbird,' she told him, 'but I, whatsitsname, have the Call of God. A better noise, whatsitsname, than that man's hum.' It was one of her rare political comments… and then the day arrived when Aziz threw out the religious tutor.

And to prove to himself the non-existence of God, he now stood in the dining-hall of the city's most famous hotel, with pigs falling out of his face.

Similarities between this and that, between apparently unconnected things, make us clap our hands delightedly when we find them out. It is a sort of national longing for form – or perhaps simply an expression of our deep belief that forms lie hidden within reality; that meaning reveals itself only in flashes. Hence our vulnerability to omens..

I'm beginning to understand why people get religion. Just to have something solid that doesn't change into a slippery snake without a word of warning.