Quotes About Belief

I'm not involved in the politics of religion, but I love what the message is.

I believe that there is some spiritual entity that's greater than us. I do not belong to any specific organized religion. I have always believed that, and I believe it even more so now. I believe that someone was listening to me, and someone is giving me an incredibly blessed life.

So many of my friends are still trying to get record deals, and I've had one for 10 years now, where my only goal is to make the best music I can make. I've been very lucky. I have great faith that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, and whatever happens is going to be absolutely right for me.

A child who is protected from all controversial ideas is as vulnerable as a child who is protected from every germ. The infection, when it comes- and it will come- may overwhelm the system, be it the immune system or the belief system.

Daddy thinks history starts fresh every day, every minute, that time itself begins with the feelings he's having right now. That's how he keeps betraying us, why he roars at us with such conviction.

If you bluff you can't falter. You must tell a story your opponent can believe and make him believe it. It an odd way, you must believe the story yourself. And you can only do that if you believe in yourself.

What is reality anyway! It's nothing but a collective hunch.

When we talk to God, we're praying. When God talks to us, we're schizophrenic.

What is reality, anyway Just a collective hunch.

Stories," he'd said, his voice low and almost husky, "we are made up of stories. And even the ones that seem the most like lies can be our deepest hidden truths.

Janet Beeler Shaw

I know...but just the same" – this is Octave Mannoni's formulation of the structure of the fetish, and more generally of fetishistic thinking. The fetishist knows that an old, cherished belief is false but nonetheless continues to believe it. The nonetheless is not articulated, it is the fetish.

God will provide," Ida assured him. "Once you start, I am sure everything will fall into place. It always has.

Only those who can see the invisible can achieve the impossible

To help pass the time, William set to work writing. He called the first tract he wrote in Newgate Prison The Great Case for Liberty of Conscience. In the tract he argued that a person could be free only if he or she had choices to make, and when those choices were made for a person by someone over him or her, everyone loses out. People must be allowed to test the truth of their beliefs for themselves and see if that was what they really believed or merely what they had been made to believe.

Ida knew that she was fighting ignorance and superstition every bit as much as she was fighting poor hygiene and disease.

Ida finally made up her mind when she visited her father's grave. She asked herself what he would have advised her to do, and she felt sure that he would have told her to reach for the stars, that Jesus promised that people could move mountains if they only believed.

The mystique and the false glamour of the writing profession grow partly out of a mistaken belief that people who can express profound ideas and emotions have ideas and emotions more profound than the rest of us. It isn't so. The ability to express is a special gift with a special craft to support it and is spread fairly equally among the profound, the shallow, and the mediocre.

In our daily lives we "know" things in many different ways. We know, for example, that water boils at 212 degrees Fahrenheit

Because not believing is an exercise in futility, as the magic goes about its business whether ye think it exists or not. And if ye don't believe, then why even get out of bed in the morning? Or make plans for tomorrow? Or want, or hope, or dream, or even try? Magic is what powers life, Peg. Without it, we wouldn't be able to take our next breaths.

Gods and politics are the tools with which the godless and unprincipled manipulate the gullible.

we are herded to bed and the day's thin scenery topples revealing, for those who sleep, the painted props of sleep. The rest lie in the dark and wait for morning and hope, against certain belief, that what the voices tell them is not true.

We all see the faces in the water. We smother our memory of them, even our belief in their reality, and become calm people of the world; or we can neither forget nor help them. Sometimes by a trick of circumstances or dream or a hostile neighbourhood of light we see our own face.

There is no greater validation than of god almighty himself.