Quotes About Belief

It was also believed that sharing fire, especially borrowing it, could only result in misfortune. After all, those who borrow fire on this earth might have to return it in hell.

Belief is a powerful lens; it can shape the world world to it.

Be confident and the world responds to your confidence, rewards your faith.

All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character-what we believe-none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell.

All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character—what we believe—none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing: it's our goddamned story!

Nothing kills suspicion like suspicion.

Go with it. Be confident and the world responds to your confidence, rewards your faith.

This is what happens when your life is authored not by God, but by David Mamet.

All we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character—what we believe—none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing: it's our goddamned story!" Debra

as if ye have faith and it shall be given to you.

all we have is the story we tell. Everything we do, every decision we make, our strength, weakness, motivation, history, and character--what we believe--none of it is real; it's all part of the story we tell. But here's the thing: it's our goddamned story!

He wanted to believe that I was a good person and I wanted to believe that he was just another asshole.

Despite everything that life had shown me, I always believed in love: I wanted someone to take me away from these simple feelings I knew.

We don't have to know everything. If you believe in fate and some kind of meaning and sense in this fucked-up world, then believe with abandon, love. Enjoy it.

And you have me. Sometimes you need someone else to believe in you, to carry you, until you can do that yourself. Let me carry you. You're almost there. Damn it, Celeste, you're almost there. God, please, you have me, and I want you." He stopped walking back and forth and put both of his hands over his heart. "I want you so much.

Shut up he says teasingly. I know what you're thinking, and that's not why you're here with us We walk for a minute. Why am I? Sabin shrugs. Does there really have to be an answer to that? Sometimes it's just right. You fit. Jesus, kid, can't you feel it? Don't question everything. I smile. I do feel it. Belonging.

At least one thing is certain: Chris and I are inextricably connected. Do I have factual reasons to know this? Proof? Assurances? No None. Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

I've read countless literary works that detail the longing and ache that characters have for someone they love, and over time, I have developed a strong belief that it's just dramatic bullshit meant to entice readers.

I'm considering whether or not to believe you. I need to run an algorithm on this. That's not funny. You might be trying to trick me into sleeping with you.

I imagine that anyone who goes through trauma like I have wonders the same things I do: how God can exist and allow such awful things to happen. There are no reasons for my parents' death, and that's that.

Some people believe in God; I believe in Chris.

You're astounding." He runs the back of his hand over my cheek. "No. The world is astounding. I told you people are mostly good. They really are." "I

Here's the truth. We want to read too much into life because it's convenient. Or fun. But there's no imaginary, invisible man in the sky who makes things happen.

Ignore everything you think you know and listen only to your heart, without doubting anything.