Quotes About Belief

The way the Balinese see it, God takes what belongs to God—the gesture—while man takes what belongs to man—the food itself.)

people do draw hateful conclusions like this all the time. People convince themselves that they have been robbed when they have not, in fact, been robbed. Such thinking comes from a wretched allegiance to the notion of scarcity—from the belief that the world is a place of dearth, and that there will never be enough of anything to go around.

May I also urge you to forget about passion? Perhaps you are surprised to hear this from me, but I am somewhat against passion. Or at least, I am against the preaching of passion. I don't believe in telling people, "All you need to do is to follow your passion, and everything will be fine." I think this can be an unhelpful and even cruel suggestion at times.

If anything, I have come to believe that my genius spends a lot of time waiting around for me—waiting to see if I'm truly serious about this line of work.

central beliefs of Calvinist teachings: You are responsible for your own situation in life, you are most likely doomed, and the future is terribly grim.

Lo que no quiere decir que vivir creativamente sea siempre fácil; solo que siempre es posible.

And the question now for me is, What are my choices to be? What do I believe that I deserve in this life? Where can I accept sacrifice, and where can I not?

I did believe that my behavior made me unusual – because it didn't seem to match the behavior of other women – but I didn't believe that it made me bad.

Fake it till you make it

Hvad enten du mener, at du er genial, eller du tror, du er håbløs, så skab det, du har brug for at skabe, og send det ud i verden.

I had chosen a devotional path and I was being true to it. If someday I got lucky enough to be paid for my work, that would be great, but in the meantime, money could always come from other places.

Perhaps you, too, were taught to trust in darkness.

When you insist on your limitations, you are stuck with them.

So many of us believe in perfection, which ruins everything else, because the perfect is not only the enemy of the good; it's also the enemy of the realistic, the possible, and the fun.

She was happy because she had a partner, and because they were building something together, and because she believed deeply in what they were building, and because it amazed her to be included in such an undertaking.

of her—and so I know nothing about her, beyond what Frank told me. I tend to believe that his descriptions of her were truthful, only because he was so truthful. But just because he described your mother truthfully doesn't necessarily mean he described her accurately. I can only assume that she was like all of us—a complicated being, composed of more than one man's impressions.

I love my pizza so much, in fact, that I have come to believe in my delirium that my pizza might actually love me, in return.

I'm not interested in the insurance industry. I'm tired of being a skeptic, I'm irritated by spiritual prudence and I feel bored and parched by empirical debate. I don't want to hear it anymore. I couldn't care less about evidence and proof and assurances. I just want God. I want God inside me. I want God to play in my bloodstream the way sunlight amuses itself on water.

This food won't be wasted; after the offering ceremony, Balinese families are always allowed to eat their own donations to the gods, since the offering is more metaphysical than literal. The way the Balinese see it, God takes what belongs to God - the gesture - while man takes what belongs to man - the food itself.

My spiritual investigations interest my sister mostly from a point of intellectual curiosity. 'I think that kind of faith is so beautiful,' she whispers to me in the church, 'but I can't do it, I just can't...

I believe that we are all transient," she began. She thought for a while and added, "I believe that we are half-blind and full of errors. I believe that we understand very little, and what we do understand is mostly wrong. I believe that life cannot be survived—that is evident!—but if one is lucky, life can be endured for quite a long while. If one is both lucky and stubborn, life can sometimes even be enjoyed.

Alma sighed. That was quite a question. What did she believe? I believe that we are all transient, she began. She thought for a while and added, I believe that we are half-blind and full of errors. I believe that we understnad very little, and what we do understand is mostly wrong. I believe that life cannot be survived . . . but if one is lucky, life can be endured for quite a long while. If one is both lucky and stubborn, life can sometimes even be enjoyed.

Si la fe fuese racional, no sería fe. La fe es la creencia en lo que no se puede ver ni tocar. La fe es caminar —de frente y a toda velocidad— hacia las tinieblas. Si realmente tuviéramos todas las respuestas en cuanto al significado de la vida y la naturaleza de Dios y el destino del alma, la religión no sería un acto de fe ni un valiente acto de humanidad; sería simplemente... una prudente póliza de seguros.

You have to believe that what you are creating is sacred.