Quotes About Belief

You were born worthy of love and you remain worthy of love.

She realized that you could be as honest as possible in life, but people only see the truth if it is close enough to their reality.

And hope was often irrational. It made no sense. ... The other thing about hope was that it took effort...

To believe in the things we feel at that point is wrong, because those feelings would disappear with food or sleep.

Therefore, mathematically...there was no chance at all that [she] could have existed. A zero in ten-to-the-power-of-forever chance. And yet there she was, in front of me, and I was quite taken aback by it all; I really was. Suddenly it made me realise why religion was such a big thing around here. Because, yes, sure, God could not exist. But then neither could humans. So, if they believed in themselves - the logic must go - why not believe in something that was only a fraction more unlikely?

So the fact that this book exists is proof that depression lies. Depression makes you think things that are wrong.

You see, his mother has thrown me out of the house because I was unfaithful to her. Or rather the faith I had wasn't the right kind. Given the absence of mind-reading technology, humans believe monogamy is possible.

Nothing is stronger than a small hope that doesn't give up.

If you failed one test, there was a test to see why. I suppose they loved tests so much because they believed in free will.

And hope was often irrational. It made no sense. If it had made sense, it would have been called, well, sense. The other thing about hope was that it took effort, and I had never been used to effort.

Depression lies. And while the feelings themselves were real, the things they led me to believe were resolutely not.

I was able to work out that what humans may have lacked in physical attractiveness, they made up for in gullibility. You could tell them anything in a convincing-enough voice and they would believe it. Anything, of course, except the truth.

You simply can't fall in love and not think there is something bigger ruling us. Something, you know, not quite us. Something that lives inside us, caged in us, ready to help us or fuck us over. We are mysteries to ourselves. Even science knows that.

Sometimes,' she said, as her eyes shone wide and bright, 'people look up to people not for who they have been, but for what they could become. For what they know they could be. They see in you something special.

there comes a time when you have to put the dead to rest, Philip. When you have to trust the living instead.

He – or She – or whichever pronoun God is –

You had to stay consistent to life's delusions. All you had was your perspective, so objective truth was meaningless. You had to choose a dream and stick with it. Everything else was a con.And once you had tasted truth and love in the same potent cocktail there had to be no more tricks.

In every life there is a moment, A crisis. One that says, what I believe is wrong. It happens to everyone, the only difference being how that knowledge changes them.

People believed in witches because it made things easier. People don't just need an enemy, they need an explanation. And it's often useful, in unsettled times, where ignorance is

but people only see the truth if it is close enough to their reality

Never let a stranger's negative opinion of you become your own negative opinion of you.

If I was religious, I'd say it was God. And as God is probably someone we can't see or comprehend then He – or She – or whichever pronoun God is – becomes an image of someone good we have known in our lives.

Far from being a curse, uncertainty can be a source of hope.

Nora had also felt that simply to be in his presence was to commit some kind of invisible crime. Ever since the ligament injury that thwarted his rugby career, he'd had a sincere conviction that the universe was against him. And Nora was, at least she felt, considered by him as part of that same universal plan. From that moment in that car park she had felt she was really just an extension of the pain in his left knee. A walking wound.