Quotes About Belief

So it was that we soaped ourselves in sadness and we rinsed ourselves wit hope, and for all that we believed almost every rumor we heard, almost all of us refused to believe that our nation was dead.

What am I dying for? [...] I'm dying because this world I'm living in isn't worth dying for! If something is worth dying for, then you've got a reason to live.

What do those who struggle against power do when they seize power? What does the revolutionaries do when the revolution triumphs? Why do those who call for independence and freedom take away the independence and freedom of others? And is it sane or insane to believe, as so many around us apparently do, in nothing?

You aren't afraid of the things you believe in," he

he was a sincere man who believed in everything he said, even if it was a lie, which makes him not so different from most.

Like most people, he believed that lies, no matter how often you told them, never became truth.

The problem is that those who insist on their innocence believe anything they do is just. At least we who believe in our own guilt know what dark things we can do.

There's a reason why saints are martyred. Nobody can stand them.

Whatever people say about the General today. I can only testify that he was a sincere man who believed in everything he said, which makes him not so different than most.

I'm a loser for believing in all the promises your America made to people like me. You came and said we were friends, but what we didn't know was that you could never trust us, much less respect us. Only losers like us couldn't have seen what's so obvious now, how you wouldn't want anyone for your friend who actually wanted to be your friend. Deep down you suspect only fools and traitors would believe your promises.

What drives a fourteen-year-old to swear a blood oath to a blood brother? And more important, what makes a grown man believe in that oath? Should not the things that count, like ideology and political belief, the ripe fruit of our adulthood, matter more than the unripe ideals and illusions of youth? Let me propose that truth, or some measure of it, can be found in these youthful follies that we forget, to our loss, as adults.

Nothing is sacred, and nothing is everywhere, just like God, for whom nothing is only another name.

being of the firm belief that money did not live until it was spent, particularly in the company of friends.

What do those who struggle against power do when they seize power? What does the revolutionary do when the revolution triumphs? Why do those who call for independence and freedom take away the independence and freedom of others? And is it sane or insane to believe, as so many around us apparently do, in nothing?

Those who believe in revolutions are the ones who haven't lived through one yet.

It was an act of faith, and faith would not be faith if it was not hard, if it was not a test, if it was not an act of willful ignorance, of believing in something that can neither be predicted nor proved by any scientific metric.

Americans of all kinds believe that it is impossible for an American to become a refugee, although it is possible for refugees to become Americans and in that way be elevated one step closer to heaven.

I'm dying because this world I'm living in isn't worth dying for! if something is worth dying for, then you've got a reason to live.

The Communists are evil. They don't believe in God and they don't believe in money.

Americans are a confused people because they can't admit this contradiction. They believe in a universe of divine justice where the human race is guilty of sin, but they also believe in a secular justice where human beings are presumed innocent. You can't have both.

They believe in a universe of divine justice where the human race is guilty of sin, but they also believe in a secular justice where human beings are presumed innocent. You can't have both. You know how Americans deal with it? They pretend they are eternally innocent no matter how many times they lose their innocence. The problem is that those who insist on their innocence believe anything they do is just. At least we who believe in our own guilt know what dark things we can do.

This was the silence my father encountered every day during his prayers, the silence that hundreds of millions heard every day as they beseeched God to say something, anything. He always said nothing, which hardly disabused His legions of fans. For someone who never said anything, God certainly spoke to a lot of people.

Aren't you afraid of ghosts?" I asked. Over the line, in the silence, the static hissed. "You aren't afraid of the things you believe in," he said. This, too, I wrote in his memoir, even though I had not understood what he meant.

One does not question a miracle.