Quotes About Belief

somewhere deep in my heart there is a buried seed, a seed of hope. It isn't even a light. I can't see any light to guide me out of this cruel and unfair world. But that seed of hope has always existed, and it implants itself in my mind. Its power is strong. It makes me feel that one day everything will be all right. It is my escape, and my secret dream.

You have your thoughts and I have mine. This is the fact and you can't change it even if you kill me.

We know there aren't little green men running around this planet touching peepees.

The ones who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.

Before 'Schindler's List ' I wouldn't have believed movies had a lot of power for social change.

America likes to think Every one can recover from every thing, But about this, Especially, America is wrong.

I am not made for despair

while I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth.

They reminded me of the people of my village, their indomitable spirit in the face of disaster, their unshakable belief that no matter what might befall them, life was basically good and the world benign.

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck.

If she packaged the perfect Facebook life, maybe she would start to believe it herself.

She believed men's egos were as fragile as eggs.

Tess is a bit shy," her mother used to tell people in an audible whisper, her hand over her mouth. "Gets it from her father, I'm afraid." Tess had heard the cheerful disrespect in her mother's voice and had come to believe that any form of shyness was wrong- morally wrong, in fact. You should want to go to parties. You should want to be surrounded by people. No wonder she felt so ashamed of her shyness, as if it were an embarrassing physical ailment that needed to be hidden at all costs.

The sound of the children singing floating down from the second floor of the building always made her weep. She'd never believed in God, except when she heard children singing.

Remember your ABC?" he'd ask, so often it got irritating. "Accept nothing. Believe nothing. Check everything," Christina would answer.

Cecilia didn't care what the fine print said about free will and God's mysterious ways and blahdy-blah. If God had a supervisor, she would have sent off one of her famous letters of complaint a long time ago. "You have lost me as a customer.

I never believed I was going to have a baby until I heard her cry.

It's hard to want something so badly and give it your all and then not get it. There's this idea that all you need to do is believe in yourself,

even when the spotting finally stopped, I didn't believe I was having a baby. Even when every ultrasound was normal. Even when I could feel the baby kicking and rolling, even when I was going to prenatal classes, choosing a crib, washing the baby clothes, and even when they were telling me, Okay, you can push now, I still didn't believe I was having a baby. Not an actual baby. Until she cried. And I thought, That sounds like a real newborn baby. And

I never believed it. That day in the Port-a-loo, while the world's largest lemon meringue pie baked, I was convinced I was having my last miscarriage. But then the bleeding stopped. It was just "spotting," as the medical world cheerily calls it. A spot of rain. A spot of bother. But even when the spotting finally stopped, I didn't believe I was having a baby.

Erika, because she had no experience of it, and because part of her would always believe that visitors were to be feared and despised.

She didn't believe in alternate realities. She believed in the transcendent power of love, memory and imagination. 'Anything is possible.

If parents had children who were good sleepers, they assumed this was due to their good parenting, not good luck. They followed the rules, and the rules had been proven to work.

It wasn't so much the things that her fourteen-year-old self wanted. It was the fact that she so blissfully, so completely, believed she had a right to want anything.