Quotes About Religion

You were not afraid, priest, to take our festivals—festivals of the Old Religion, older by far than your Christ. For what is Lammas but Beltane; and Christmas but Yule? and Roodmas is Mayday—the wickedest day in all the year. One might say, priest, that you keep our heathen festivals!

In the camp we saw our own people kill each other over a crust of bread. In the old days I used to think that religion did not matter much, that people could be good without it. That was not true in the camps. If you had no hope or faith to keep you human, you sank to the lowest depths. I'll practice my religion more faithfully now.

If I get killed," I thought, "I'll be enshrined as a god at Yasukuni Shrine, and people will worship me. That isn't so bad.

Nimeni nu pune mare pre? pe faptul c? un preot oarecare se exprim? îin favoarea lui Dumnezeu. Asta-i meseria lui, nu? Dar când matematicieni si oameni de ?tiin?? ca Pasca, Newton ?i Swedenborg fac lucrul ?sta, adep?ii "Tat?lui nostru" devin aten?i.

Love was a family religion, passed down to her when she'd been too young to protect herself from belief.

God and I weren't on speaking terms. Still, no bars for me on Sundays.

People think they have to physically die before going to heaven or starting new lives, depending on their religions. The truth is that you can start a new life anytime you choose, as easily as waking from a dream.

All men have need of the gods.

But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.

Love is a religion, and its rituals cost more than those of other religions. It goes by quickly and, like a street urchin, it likes to mark its passage by a trail of devastation.

I believe in the incomprehensibility of God.

So, my dear fellow, if I don't believe in God, I believe still less in man.

Un homme sans passion e sans argent reste maitre de sa personne; mais un maleureux qui aime ne s'appartient plus et ne peut pas se tuer. L'amour nous donne une sorte de religion pour nous-meme, nous respectons en nous une autre vie, il devient alors le plus horibble des malheures avec une espérance, une espérance qui vous fait accepter des tortures

There everything is tolerated: the government and the guillotine, religion and the cholera. You are always acceptable to this world, you will never be missed by it. What, then, is the dominating impulse in this country without morals, without faith, without any sentiment, wherein, however, every sentiment, belief, and moral has its origin and end? It is gold and pleasure. Take

Christianity and monarchy are twin principles.

El amor nos da una especia de religión para nosotros mismos, respetamos en nosotros otra vida; se hace entonces el más horrible de los males, el mal con una esperanza, una esperanza que nos hace aceptar los tormentos.

May a society which is based solely on the power of wealth shudder as it sees the impotence of the law in dealing with the workings of a system which deifies success, and pardons every means of attaining it. May it return to the Catholic religion, for the purification of its masses through the inspiration of religious feeling, and by means of an education other than that of a lay university.

Mademoiselle de Watteville, to whom her enormous prospective fortune at that time lent considerable importance, had been brought up exclusively within the precincts of the Hotel de Rupt — which her mother rarely quitted, so devoted was she to her dear Archbishop — and severely repressed by an exclusively religious education, and by her mother's despotism, which held her rigidly to principles. Rosalie knew absolutely nothing.

I was brought up to believe that the Christian God wasn't a scared and compromising public servant, but the creator of the whole merciless truth, and I reckon that training spoiled me -- I actually took my teachers seriously!

When you think that most of us are doomed by divine grace to roast in hell, to say nothing of mortgages and hail and bad crops and extravagant womenfolks, 'tain't any laughing matter!

Her Christianity was of that peculiarly Northern Ireland brand: whenever two or three are gathered together in my name some other poor bastard is going to get a good kicking. Salmon Rushdie and I, we understand fatwas.

But let's just say, I'm Irish. I grew up in the 1950s. Religion had a very tight iron fist.

while I was happy enough to pray to any god, knowing that they were simply different faces created by men, of one indivisible truth.

No paradigm shift could eliminate a good strong dose of Catholic guilt.