Quotes About Belief

One must not rely on the dead," he said. "One must rely on the living—and on God who gives life to the living.

In the beginning there was faith—which is childish; trust—which is vain; and illusion—which is dangerous.

I belong to a traumatized generation that often felt abandoned by God and betrayed by mankind. And yet, I believe that one must not estrange oneself from either God or man.

people not only refused to believe his tales, they refused to listen.

One that most horrible day, even among all those other bad days, when the child witnessed the hanging (yes!) of another child who, he tells us, had the face of a sad angel, he heard someone behind him groan: For God's sake, where is God? And from within me, I heard a voice answer: Where He is? This is where - hanging here from this gallows.

Behind me, I heard the same man asking: "For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where—hanging here from this gallows …" That night, the soup tasted of corpses.

My father, an enlightened spirit, believed in man. My grandfather, a fervent Hasid, believed in God. The one taught me to speak, the other to sing. Both loved stories. And when I tell mine, I hear their voices. Whispering from beyond the silenced storm, they are what links the survivor to their memory.

One of his [Rebbe Mikhal of Zlotchev] prayers: I have but one request; may I never use my reason against truth.

most of us turn to religion for our ethics because we don't know where else to find them.

And throughout those evenings a conviction grew in me that [he] would draw me with him into eternity, into that time where question and answer would become one.

Dietro di me udii il solito uomo domandare: - Dov'è dunque Dio? E io sentivo in me una voce che gli rispondeva: - Dov'è? Eccolo: è appeso lì, a quella forca…

If the Almighty is the Almighty, the last word for each of us belongs to Him.

I'm serious, she said. I read your articles. They are written by a man who has come to the end of his life, to the end of his hopes. That is a sign of youth, I answered. The young today don't believe that someday they'll be old: they are convinced they'll die young. Old men are the real youngsters of our generation. They at least can brag about having had what we do not have: a slice of life called youth.

For God's sake, where is God?" And from within me, I heard a voice answer: "Where He is? This is where – hanging here from this gallows.

Selling the Lite of Heaven by Suzanne Strempek Shea

When I die, I would like Easter hymns sung at my funeral because they are so joyful. They're hopeful. They reflect our belief in the resurrection of the dead.

We carried bottled water and day packs and cameras, except for Fred, who said he didn't believe in taking photographs; he planned to store his memories in his head, an idea I found incomprehensibly radical. My impulse to record was almost on par with my impulse to travel

The way you keep your house, the way you organize your time, the care you take in your personal appearance, the things you spend your money on, all speak loudly about what you believe. The beauty of thy peace shines forth in an ordered life. A disordered life speaks loudly of disorder in the soul.

Faith's most severe tests come not when we see nothing, but when we see a stunning array of evidence that seems to prove our faith vain.

God is God. I dethrone Him in my heart if I demand that He act in ways that satisfy my idea of justice. It is the same spirit that taunted, If Thou be the Son of God, come down from the Cross. There is unbelief, there is even rebellion, in the attitude that says, God has no right to do this to five men unless...

God will never disappoint us… If deep in our hearts we suspect that God does not love us and cannot manage our affairs as well as we can, we certainly will not submit to His discipline. …To the unbeliever the fact of suffering only convinces him that God is not to be trusted, does not love us. To the believer, the opposite is true.

The will of God is never exactly what you expect it to be. It may seem to be much worse, but in the end it's going to be a lot better and a lot bigger.

Don't dig up in doubt what you planted in faith.

The way we live ought to manifest the truth of what we believe. A messy life speaks of a messy and incoherent faith.