Quotes About Belief

I had long since ceased to believe in the existence of that mystical sisterly loyalty women are alleged to feel toward one another.

Doubt is to me the handmaiden to faith, its cop, the one that keeps faith straight. To doubt is an indication of freedom and a guard against fanaticism.

In all the illusions, you're the only truth that I need

You have to believe in it to get it...

Parker: She believed, absolutely, that each person, each heart, had a counterpart—had a mate. A rightness. She'd always believed it, and understood that unshakable belief was a reason she was good at what she did.

People tell their children there are no monsters in the world. They tell them that because they believe it, or they want the child to feel safe. But there are monsters, Luke, all the more frightening because they look like people.

You can't just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks.

People say to someone they love: I'd die for you. They don't expect to, of course, have no plans to. They may believe it, or mean it, or it may simply be an expression of devotion. But I know what it means now, I understand that impossible depth of emotion now. And I know you would die for me. You'd put my life before yours to protect me. And that terrifies me.

Make a life with me, one that comes from love, one that I can watch grow in you. Only a fool would believe that what comes from what we have together would be anything but beautiful.

Knowing isn't always believing.

You can't know everything. Sometimes you have to trust. Sometimes you have to just feel.

You can't just hope for happy endings. You have to believe in them. Then do the work, take the risks. Slay the dragon—though I really think dragons get a bad rap—kiss the princess, or the frog, defeat the bad witch.

I think writer is a word without gender, and a good writer observes, absorbs, hopefully empathizes then translates that into character and story. You don't have to do or be or have experienced, traveled to, but you have to imagine all of that, very well–and believe it completely during the bubble of the work.

Don't let the fear and suspicion of the brutal and ignorant make you doubt yourself.

Mrs. G: But marriage? I had mine. I had my Charlie. My one. Laurel: Do you believe that? That there's one person? One? Mrs. G: I do, for some of us. For others, if things don't work, or you lose someone, there's another. But for some there's the one, beginning to end. No one else can fit. No one else gets into the heart the same way, and lives there.

My mother says happy ever after's a bunch of bull.

What people know, what they believe, what they accept? Those are all different matters, aren't they?

As far as she could see, the nuns must be full of impure thoughts or else they wouldn't be so sure everyone else had them.

Have you ever wondered why life gets so screwed up? "Yes." She smiled. "I've begun to believe that God really is a man.

I believe in us. - He kissed her again, swayed with her. - You're the one I can dance with.

Only a fool asked for more sorrow. Only a romantic believed that bitterness could ever be sweet.

He'd always believed in her. They'd believed in each other. He'd been her rock, in a very real way. The rock that had given her a solid base to build on after a childhood of upheaval and discontent. Then

For me, those who would kill and burn and enslave in the name of a god, well, they don't hear the god they claim to worship. Or the god is a false and cruel one.

A place it was—or was meant to be—for prayer and good works and contemplation. But there are always some, aren't there, who believe what they believe is the only. And will do whatever it takes to force that belief on all. For me, those who would kill and burn and enslave in the name of a god, well, they don't hear the god they claim to worship. Or the god is a false and cruel one.