Quotes About Belief

That lasting things do, in fact, last.

Maybe that's what history is, you go from one I can't believe it the next. And sometimes the I can't believe its are good, and sometimes they're bad. But the sum total of positive ones always outweighs the negative ones.

She still dotted her i's with full circles and felt genuinely thankful for every sunny day. I believed more in dark clouds, in sharp dots, in needing proof in order to feel trust.

Giving up on love is the same thing as giving up on life itself.

maura: i am isaac, will. me: don't be stupid. he's a guy. maura: no he's not. he's a profile. i made him up. me: yeah, right. maura: i did. no. no no no no no no no no no no no no no. me: what? no please no what no no please no fuck no NO. maura: isaac doesn't exist. he's never existed.

You don't need to know how. You just make up your mind and it happens.

Everything is in its right place, and my heart wants to believe this can always be true. My heart wants to make it true, even as something darker tugs it away.

Race is different purely as a social construction, not as inherent difference. And religion - whether you believe in God or Yahweh or Allah or something else, odds are that at heart you want the same things. For whatever reason, we like to focus on the 2 percent that's different, most of the conflict in the world comes from that.

I don't mean that God made this happen to teach us something. Or to teach me something. How monstrously selfish would that be? I just mean that if we go through this thing and it changes us so much, you have to hope that it changes us for the better, right? If goodness can't come from bad things, it makes bad things unbearable.

I guess I don't believe these thing can ever be easy, although I also don't see why they have to be hard.

I didn't tell any of my friends about our first date. I waited until after our second, because I wanted to make sure it was real. I wouldn't believe it had happened until it had happened again. Then, later on, I would be overwhelmed by the evidence, by all the lines connecting you to me, and us to love.

The truth isn't laughable And the trust isn't funny at all.

You just make up your mind and it happens.

When you jump, all you're going to do is fall. But leaping? Leaping is when you think there's something on the other side.

How the things that hold us are only as strong as the faith we have in them-you go on the bridge because you trust it will not fall the fingers will clasp because we trust them to.

You're believing in love more than I do; you're standing up for someone who is less than deserving.

They said you weren't coming back. I didn't believe them. I wanted to hear it from you.

i can't help thinking that 'getting a life' is something only a complete idiot could believe. like you can just drive to a store and get a life. see it in its shiny box and look inside the plastic window and catch a glimpse of yourself in a new life and say, 'wow, i look much happier - i think this is the life i need to get!' take it to the counter, ring it up, put it on your credit card. if getting a life was that easy, we'd be one blissed-out race.

I WILL BE A BETTER PERSON. I know it's hard to believe. From me. From the bitch who got pummeled with an orange tray. But I knew - I hadn't become the worst kind of person yeat. I had to believe that. [...] Being a bitch is easy. It's finding the alternative that's hard.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking. What would you have them do?

who the hell wants to be the one to tell a kid that santa claus isn't real. it's the truth, right? but you're still a jerk for saying it.

I guess I don't believe in a small break. I feel a break is a break, and if it starts small, it only gets wider.

Our friendship is made of bendy straws, long midnight letters, my so-called life marathons, sleepless sleepovers, diner milk shakes, apron strings, a belief in beauty, sucking helium, and the most trust I've ever felt for anyone, including myself.

What if Katie Couric had turned to me and said, "The love of your life is here in this crowd"? Would I have believed her? Would it have even been possible, if we'd met then?