Quotes About Belief

Los mejores carecen de toda convicción, En tanto que los peores Están llenos de apasionada intensidad.

I really do believe that God is love, one of deep affection and grace and forgiveness and inspiration.

Who can refute a sneer?

It were better to be of no church, than to be bitter for any.

Only trust thyself, and another shall not betray thee.

Patience and Diligence, like faith, remove mountains.

Only trust theyself, and another shall noet betray thee

As far as God goes, I _am_ a nonbeliever. Still am. But when it comes to a devil---well, that's something else.

For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love.

And I think—I think the point is to make us despair; to reject our own humanity, Damien: to see ourselves as ultimately bestial, vile and putrescent; without dignity; ugly; unworthy. And there lies the heart of it, perhaps: in unworthiness. For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.

They Said, "what sign can you give us to see, so that we may believe you?" - John 6: 30 - 31 You do not believe although you have seen... - John 6: 36 - 37

And there lies the heart of it, perhaps: in unworthiness. For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.

They said, "What sign can you give us to see, so that we may believe." —John 6:30–31 "You do not believe although you have seen." —John 6:36–37

Never was he conscious that his thoughts were prayers; only that the prayers were never answered.

Jesus asked the man his name, and he answered, "Legion, for we are many." Mark 5:9

Well, the Devil's something else. I could buy that; in fact, maybe I do. You know why? Because the creep keeps doing commercials.

for days or even weeks. It isn't rare to find destructive, even criminal behavior. There's such a big change, in fact, that two or three hundred years ago people with temporal lobe disorders were often considered to be possessed by a

Have you ever heard of exorcism, Mrs. MacNeil?

William Peter Blatty

The psychiatrist grew weary; found himself drifting into private sorrow. He glanced at a plaque that someone had given him the previous Christmas. MY BROTHER HURTS. I SHARE HIS PAIN. I MEET GOD IN HIM, he read. A failed encounter. He blamed himself. He had mapped the streets of his brother's torment, yet never had walked them; or so he believed. He thought that the pain which he felt was his own.

For I think belief in God is not a matter of reason at all; I think it finally is a matter of love: of accepting the possibility that God could ever love us.

And perhaps even Satan—Satan, in spite of himself—somehow serves to work out the will of God.

It's all ka-ka, saying mind is really brain. Sure, my hand is in my pocket. Is my pocket my hand? Every wino on M Street knows a thought is a thought and not some cells or chazerei going on in the brain. They know that jealousy is not some kind of game from Atari.

William Peter Blatty