Quotes About Belief

I had still wanted a baby - two, actually - and I still trusted the authenticity of my earlier yearning

So many miracles have not yet happened.

Bah, cynics, said Dr. Meescham. Cynics are people who are afraid to believe.

Reader, do you believe that there is such a thing as happily ever after? Or, like Despereaux, have you, too, begun to question the possibility of happy endings?

We must ask ourselves these questions as often as we dare. How will the world change if we do not question it? The world cannot be changed, said Gloria. The world is what the world is and has forever been. No, said Leo Matienne softly, I will not believe that. For here is Peter standing before us, asking us to make it something different.

But that is impossible, said Peter. Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

All things are possible. When I was a girl in Blundermeecen, the miraculous happened every day. Or every other day. Or every third day. Actually, sometimes it did not happen at all, even on the third day. But still, we expected it. You see what I'm saying? Even when it didn't happen, we were expecting it. We knew the miraculous would come.

She was terribly pleased, because she had always, secretly, deep within her heart, believed that she could fly. And now here she was, doing what she had long suspected she could do, and she could not deny that it was gratifying in the extreme.

He would write and write. He would make wonderful things happen. Some of it would be true. All of it would be true. Most of it would be true.

Mon Dieu, look, look, says Antoinette. He lives. He lives! And he seems such the happy mouse. Forgiven, whispers Lester. Cripes, says Furlough, unbelievable. Just so, says the threadmaster, Hovis, smiling. Just so. And, reader, it is just so. Isn't it?

The longer he marched, the more convinced Peter became that things were indeed hopeless and that an elephant was a ridiculous answer to any question- but a particularly ridiculous answer to a question posed by the human heart.

He felt a wonderful certainty. The impossible, he thought, the impossible is about to happen again.

He'll be dead soon. He can't live', said the father. But reader, he did live. This is the story.

Hope is like love...a ridiculous, wonderful, powerful thing.

Magic is always impossible. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That's why it is magic.

Perhaps, he thought, it is not too late, after all, for me to be saved.

I ain't learned a thing. Not one thing. Except that there ain't nothing in this world that can't happen. That's it. That's the whole of it.

The miraculous happened every day. Sometimes it did not happen. But still, we expected it. Even when it didn't happen, we were expecting it. We knew the miraculous would come.

Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.

Kate DiCamillo

it could not be proven whether God existed, one might as well believe that he did, because there was everything to gain by believing and nothing to lose.

Open your heart," she said gently. "Someone will come. Someone will come for you. But first you must open your heart.

Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.

Rebecca's eyes were like faith,—the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.