Quotes About Belief

Two people, tightly twined, can begin to convince themselves of anything. There's reality and then there's the shared experience, which feels so much more real. Two people, needing each other, can come to believe things. Can come to believe wanting something was the same as making it happen. That it wasn't a choice, in the end, but the right thing to do, the fulfillment of some deeper calling.

The drone in my ear, it's like the tornado drill in elementary school, the hand-cranked siren that rang mercilessly, all of us hunched over on ourselves, facing the basement walls, heads tucked into our chests. Beth and me wedged tight, jeaned legs pressed against each other. The sounds of our own breathing. Before we all stopped believing a tornado, or anything, could touch us, ever

Can I trust you, Addy?" he asks. I say he can. Does anyone ever answer that question with a no?

The answers are what they are. Just because you don't like them doesn't mean they aren't true.

The material world is simply an expression of the mind; that's what so many fail to see. We're so dependent on what is before us that we discount our intuition. Yet if one dismisses instinct, how can one understand or believe in a world that exists beyond one's sight?

Sight is one of the most easily deceived senses. I could make a coin disappear and your eyes would believe it gone, even if it were merely up my sleeve.

The Bible was written by man to serve his own ends. Like society. Like the church. We use such things to control one another, but what right do we have to do so?

The only truth was whatever you could make someone believe.

So I ignored the rest. I ignored everything that told me nothing was as I'd believed. That was my first mistake.

It wasn't just her words, it was her way of putting them together, the voice that seemed to gain power with each one, so that my head had been filled with images so magically vibrant it was as if I had seen them with my own eyes. She changed the world into something fine. She made one believe.

Diarmid shrugged. How does he know anything? He's playing with lightning. I'm thinking tis best not to question him.

It is optimism or madness that keeps one forging ahead despite failure after failure?

They don't actually believe in anything, you understand, so much as they have the habit of believing.

I've never been a big believer in formal education.

Because my life's been so much richer for having had her in it, you see. And I know I'll see her again. I believe I will. I wouldn't trade one minute of what we had together even if it meant I'd never have to feel this way.

This one says they'll place your 'little blessing in disguise' with a local 'Christ-oriented family.' What about the non-Christ-oriented families? Don't they deserve the right to adopt kids?

All of this is fiction And all of it is true

All we need is right here. The two of us will find a way to make things work. That it will all be okay.

Why do women love bad men? Margaret had asked the question herself, and answered it, in Woman in the Nineteenth Century. The belief that men have "stronger passions," Margaret theorized, has been "inculcated" in women for centuries, and "the preference often shown by women for bad men arises . . . from a confused idea that they are bold and adventurous, acquainted with regions which women are forbidden to explore.

A man's idea of God corresponds to his ideal of himself. The nobler he is, the more exalted his God.

Faith is accepting what makes no sense, what we cannot prove, but know down deep in our souls is real.

My thoughts create my world.

Prayers are answered in one of four ways," she said. "Yes. No. I have something else in mind. And . . ." She paused long enough for my impatience to show. "And what's the fourth answer?" "Wait," she said.

So everything we believe about happiness is wrong," I said. He nodded. Everything?" I asked, when what I meant was, Everything? Including you? Including me? And Marcus, being Marcus, knew what I really wanted to know, and answered my silent, more significant question. He held up his hand to shield the rays and looked me in the eyes. Almost.