Quotes About Belief

Thought you were--' '--Raphael said--' 'I said, no way in hell--' 'Damn straight--' '--and Ransom was ready to come--' '--woke up and I had wings!

God hates me," she heard him mutter. "Now there are two of them.

When she was like this, the wildness of her barely contained, it was hard to believe she'd come into his pack Silent, her emotions blockaded behind so much ice, it had infuriated his wolf.

Repite una mentira mil veces y la gente terminará por creérsela, aún a riesgo de perjudicarse a sí misma

Surely," he said, "you don't doubt Samuel Rain's genius. Are you a monkey?

Even then, Faith. Even then. If you call for me, I'll come.

Ena Mercant didn't believe in flaws or perfection. "We are who we are and we are strong" was her oft-stated motto. It was a motto that had been passed down from one head of the family to the next in an unbroken line.

Don't be so cynical. You know you believe in love." "I believe in loving you." "I love you back more." "Impossible.

Truth was, she liked that about him, liked that he always treated her as if he believed she had the strength to stand against him.

Judd gave the others hope," Aden said quietly. "You make them believe in that hope.

Le rodeó la cintura con un brazo, con un nudo en la garganta. —¿De veras? —De veras. —Apoyó la frente en la de él con tierno afecto y le tomó el rostro entre las manos—. Has sido tú quien me ha enseñado que la vida no está grabada en piedra. Somos aquello en lo que nosotros mismos nos convertimos. Su fe en él le desgarraba, convirtiéndole en un hombre mejor.

This was what it should be like. Family was the bedrock of life; that was what Tazia had always been taught, still what she believed. A person could weather anything so long as she had the strength of her family at her back. To be without family was to be a ghost, lost in the wilderness.

project. "You

People talk but do nothing," the Ginen people said. "Papa God doesn't talk, but he does plenty.

I wanted to believe that Makandal flew away, but my wishes can't fly freely so. They're rooted to the ground like me, who eats salt.

What are gods for, then, if they let things like this to happen to their people?

Some days I hit that wall really hard, and I have to tell myself that I don't believe that stuff anymore. That all the things in my brain, all the little voices whispering that I'm Doing It Wrong, this is just how hegemonies work: by continuous reinforcement; by convincing people that there is only one true way (or a handful of such); by promoting and valuing, over and over, the same narratives without thought to how harmful they can be.

June in Delhi illustrates the common belief that a Delhiwala, like a cockroach, can survive anything, for such are the vicissitudes of weather, conditioning and deprivation that the human spirit here has soared to new heights of indomitability to survive.

Let not your hearts be troubled; believe in God, believe also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and take you to myself, that where I am you may be also.

Everyone faces tragedy and sadness in life, but God doesn't make bad things happen.

I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me,

For by grace you have been saved . . . —Ephesians 2:8

Truely was a Mississippi boy still. He didn't have a thing against religion, especially in the gentle hands of somebody like his daddy--or his mother either. But he wasn't too much persuaded when salvation was fired out of a double-barrel shotgun aimed point-blank at his skull.

I would be a socialist if I thought it would work.