Quotes About Belief

That's how belief works. The worse the situation is, the more a man's belief can do to sustain him. You've given them something to believe in.

Yeah, but I'm not agnostic. Just nonpartisan. Theological Switzerland, that's me.

My doubts vanished as well. Doubt was for things that did not know their purpose, and I knew mine.

There are people who love you, Faith. Or who one day will. Even if you can't see them beside you, right here, right now, they're out there. But if you let the dark get into your eyes, you might never find them. So it's best to keep a little light with you, along the way.

Like 'love,' 'hope' is one of those ridiculously disproportional words that by all rights should be a lot longer. (Harry Dresden - Turn Coat)

My magic. That was at the heart of me. It was a manifestation of what I believed, what I lived. It came from my desire to see to it that someone stood between the darkness and the people it would devour. It came from my love of a good steak, from the way I would sometimes cry at a good movie or a moving symphony. From my life. From the hope that I could make things better for someone else, if not always for me.

Time after time, history demonstrates that when people don't want to believe something, they have enormous skills of ignoring it altogether.

I'd hate to find out that the universe really wasn't conspiring against me. It would jerk the rug out from under my persecution complex.

I nodded and sipped my own. Wow. Mac's beer is an excellent argument that there is a God, and that furthermore, He wants us to be happy.

Magic comes from what is inside you. It is a part of you. You can't weave together a spell that you don't believe in.

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it. I felt fairly sure that the Almighty, whatever name tag He had on at the moment, could handle a few questions from people sincerely looking for answers.

There are some basic tenets that ninety-nine percent of all Wiccans follow, but at its core the faith is all about individual freedom. Wiccans believe that as long as you aren't hurting anyone else by doing it, you should be free to act and worship in whatever way you'd like.

We just have to have faith. The good Lord wouldn't give us more than we could bear.

It is going to work," I told her, keeping my tone confident. "We'll breeze right in. The Rack will be with us." Justine glanced at me with an arched eyebrow. "The Rack?" "The Rack is more than just boobs, Justine," I told her soberly. "It's an energy field created by all living boobs. It surrounds us, penetrates us, and binds the galaxy together.

I scowled at him. "Not every good thing that happens is divine intervention, Michael." "True," Michael said, "but I prefer to give Him the credit unless I have a good reason to believe otherwise. It seems more polite than the other way around.

There had to be something I could do. Had to be. There had to be.

They say that you're the real thing, Mister Dresden. A real magus." "They also say I'm nutty as a fruitcake." "I choose which 'they' I listen to very carefully

People who ask questions and think about their faith are the last ones to embrace dogma—and the last to abandon their path once they've set out on it.

Mort looked at the cat and sighed. "Oh, sure. Professional ectomancer with a national reputation as a medium tells you what's going on, and nobody believes him. But let a stump-tailed, furry critter come in and everyone goes all Lifetime." "Heh," said Sir Stuart, quietly amused. "What did I tell you? Cats.

I thought God gave everyone free will," I said. "Which presumably—and evidently—includes the freedom to be incorrect when translating one language into another.

It's not everyone who can teach you something about faith without saying a word to do it.

I believe that there's a cloud for every silver lining

There is world that should be, he [Listens-To-Wind 'Injun Joe'] growled, and the world that is. We live in one. And must create the other, Ebenezer retorted, if it is ever to be.

The noise was deafening, and no one could have heard me anyway as I let out my own battle cry, which I figured was worth a shot. What the hell. "I don't believe in faeries!