Quotes About Belief

Ludzie nie zaklepuj? sobie innych ludzi. Podejmuj? ?wiadom? decyzj?, ?e b?d? z nimi. To wymaga wiary. Rysujesz ko?o na piasku i zgadzasz si? w nim sta?, i wierzy? w nie.

Maybe I have thought intellect more important than faith. And now it seems this final temptation has been put in front of me.

And perhaps for my mother this dream was the truth, and just by dreaming it she felt she had brought it to pass.

That is a common mistake. The truth does not depend on what you read.

He was no great believer in destiny, Archie, but on reflection it did seem that a special effort of predestination had ensured his life had been picked out for him like a company Christmas present - early, and the same as everyone else's.

Big words. But how fragile is Clara's atheism! Like one of those tiny glass doves Hortense keeps in the lounge cabinet – a breath would knock it over.

I'm a sentimental humanist: I believe art is here to help, even if the help is painful—especially then.)

Well, maybe I use the wrong word in English. I mean that for Lamin the future is as certain as the past.

I said, See what you've done there is you've transformed an act of the perpetrator into a characteristic of the target. You've turned one person's action into another person's being. I said, You don't say to a witch: the reason they're dunking you is because you're a witch. You say, the reason they're dunking you is these motherfuckers believe in witchcraft! Their whole society is based on it!

Brett had proved once again that whenever a young Brett is born in these United States, born with a dream, that dream can truly come true. Yes, sir, if your baby Brett really puts his mind to it -- if he believes, if he has faith, if he is a he, and if he is called Brett -- he can do whatever it is he puts his mind to, and that goes double for all you Troys, Kips, Tripps, Bucks and Chads.

Und allmählich glaube ich, dass Geburtsorte Zufälle sind, dass alles ein Zufall ist. Aber wenn du das glaubst, wohin kannst du dann noch? Was machst du dann? Was ist dann überhaupt noch wichtig? Während Samad mit verstörtem Blick diese Dystopie beschrieb, merkte Irie beschämt, dass das Land der Zufälle sich für ihre Ohren wie das Paradies anhörte. Wie Freiheit.

The principles of Christianity and Sod's Law (also known as Murphy's Law) are the same: Everything happens to me, for me.

See what you've done there is you've transformed an act of the perpetrator into another person's being. I said, You don't say to a witch: the reason they're dunking you is because you're a witch. You say, the reason they're dunking you is these motherfuckers believe in witchcraft!

Prove to me that you are right. Prove to me that you are more right than God. Nothing on earth would do it. Because Ryan didn't believe in or care about anything on earth.

For ridding oneself of faith is like boiling sea-water to retrieve the salt – something is gained but something is lost. Though

There was a sense in which she couldn't quite believe in violence, as if it were, in her view, too stupid to be real. I knew—from Lambert only—that her own childhood had been full of violence, emotional and physical, but she rarely referred to it other than calling it "that nonsense," or sometimes "those ridiculous people," because when she ascended to the life of the mind everything that was not the life of the mind stopped existing for her.

can." I didn't think it was true, but it was kind and I clung to it and kept taking the class, and

courage is simply fear that has said it's prayers!

Love is most weak when there is more doubt than there is trust but love is most strong when you learn to trust even with all the doubts." —Unknown

The rugged fallow ground under her feet seemed to her to be a symbol of faith — faith that winter would come and pass — the spring sun and rain would burst the seeds of wheat — and another summer would see the golden fields of waving grain. If she did not live to see them, they would be there just the same; and so life and nature had faith in its promise. That strange whisper was to Lenore the whisper of God.

Every day I awake believing—still believing. The day grows, and with it doubts, fears, and that black bat hate that bites hotter and hotter into my heart. Then comes night—

That you should save me—be so good and kind—want to make me happy—why, it's beyond belief. No wonder I'm wretched at the thought of your leaving me. But I'll be wretched and bitter no more. I promise you.

But he clung to hope, to faith in life, to the victory of the virtuous, to the defeat of evil.

I want to know who I can trust. Las Vegas says we're shore in for it now. Roy, what do you think?