Quotes About Belief

If you dwell upon limitations, you will meet them.

Frances was, by nature, an organizer. She wanted to believe that happiness could be arranged. Well, perhaps it could.

The faithful say the plain was well watered, even as the Garden of the Lord, before He destroyed the cities. I don't believe it. There was never water here, not fresh water.

When I went to first grade and the other children said that their fathers were farmers, I simply didn't believe them. I agreed in order to be polite, but in my heart I knew that those men were impostors, as farmers and as fathers, too. In my youthful estimation, Laurence Cook defined both categories. To really believe that others even existed in either category was to break the First Commandment.

What you saw was what you got, and she did not believe, as some of the other girls said, that the boys at the parties were separate from some sober incarnation of the same boys.

They throw themselves on the waters of the world, and they know they will be borne up.

Lord would provide, as he had all along

It didn't occur to us. We had swum in the ocean of religion all our lives and not gotten wet.

The pastor boomed out again: "My friends, who can say where it will end? Who can say when the Lord will at last be pleased with us?

Mama said that there was not going to be a bank robbery—the Lord wouldn't allow it. Frank didn't see why not, and Papa seemed to agree with him—he said, "Well, he's allowed plenty of 'em." Mama said that sometimes Satan got away with things and sometimes he didn't

Your own endurance might be a pleasant fiction allowed you by others who've really faced the facts.

I'm sorry. I would have to disagree. The most important thing is getting right with the Lord, and then he

It is hard to know whether an air of self-confidence precedes or follows success.

I don't know what I mean, but I know I believe it.

Reality is just a collective hunch.

We are all monsters Hannah said. Because we are letting it happen. She said it not as if she believed it but as she were to repeat something she had heard before.

All around me, grown-up voices called out, Amen! as if the word was a hall pass into Heaven.

Once Once, oh once, there was, was not, A girl, princess, mermaid, widow, witch, queen, wife, A boy, king, soldier, wizard, troll, giants, Magic Life. The tale turns, returns, confuses, confesses, And all the hardships, spells, and stresses, End well in happy laughter And we hope- ever after. Believe me, friend- because would I, A storyteller, ever lie?

Once we have accepted the story, we cannot escape the story's fate.

After a while, the story becomes the truth because no one actually remembers how things really happened.

to eat away that hope. "Belief," Mama often said, "is the first thing to come, and the last thing to go." "Belief," Papa always countered, "is for children.

How can this be, this great magic, that makes real the unreal, the not-actual into a kind of factless fictual, turns lies into the True? Don't ask me, for I am new at this work, new at telling my own truth. All I can start with is Once Upon A Time, that oldest and truest of lies.

That's the damnedest story I think I've ever heard. It's so unbelievable, I actually believe it.

When I was six years old I sprinkled sugar on my head, convinced myself it was pixie dust, wished myself invisible, and walked into the boys' bathroom at school.