Quotes About Gods

What can I say, Thanatos? I can't be moved to pity by a god's whim. And you know as well as I do that when a god approaches a mortal, something cruel always happens

In the island the gods are killed, killed like animals. And the man who kills a god becomes a god himself.

Gods are fragile things they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.

It may also be noted in passing that both the theist and the Agnostic actually do deny the existence of particular gods without the least hesitation. No rational Agnostic would hesitate to deny the existence of Jupiter, Javeh, Allah, or Brahma. No Christian would hesitate to deny the existence of the gods of a tribe of savages.

One cannot conceive man actually ascribing ethical qualities to his gods before he becomes sufficiently developed to formulate moral rules for his own guidance, and to create moral laws for his fellow man.

For there are two distinct religions, "one good if the other fails," in La Romagna, and many still believe that that of the spirits, or ancient gods, is, on the whole, the most to be relied

Our ideals, like the gods of old, are constantly demanding human sacrifices.

...a letter is a joy of earth — it is denied the gods.

The rainbow, "the bridge of the gods," proved to be the bridge to our understanding of light — much more important.

He thought of the smoked glass one was supposed to use to look at the sun during an eclipse. Surely this much beauty must be an evolutionary mistake: To steal the breath of onlookers cannot lead to increase of the human species. Perhaps such beauty didn't have anything to do with humans. Perhaps he was merely standing in the path of something else, caught in the crossfire of the gods as they signal with their sacred mirrors.

Ignorance and fear create the gods, enthusiasm and deceit adorn them, and human weakness worships them.

A universe with conscious beings either finds itself in the dust...or it doesn't. It either makes sense of itself on its own terms, as a self-contained whole...or not at all. There never can, and never will be, Gods .

It's the same way people have always felt. Since the days we lived in caves and feared the violence of nature and then dreamed up the idea of gods and feared their anger and then joined together in groups and came to fear each other.

The ancients advised love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the gods. Tough lesson, that one. I

We humans endure the gifts the gods give us, even when we are grieving over what has to be.

Maybe she loved me, maybe not – who knows? Not even the gods can see into a human heart – it's that dark.

The gods and men who have kept their prestige for long have never tolerated discussion. For the crowd to admire, it must be kept at a distance.

To give to men that portion of hope and illusion without which they cannot live, such is the reason for the existence of gods, heroes, and poets. During fifty years science appeared to undertake this task. But science has been compromised in hearts hungering after the ideal, because it does not dare to be lavish enough of promises, because it cannot lie.

Believers always break the statues of their former gods with every symptom of fury.

We are not gods. We make mistakes. We do not live very long. Sometimes someone grinds ink, mixes it with water, arranges paper, takes up a brush to record our time, our days, and we are given another life in those words.

It's the simple truth that mortal men cannot understand why the gods shape events as they do. Why some men and women are cut off in fullest flower, while others live to dwindle into shadows of themselves. Why virtue must sometimes be trampled and evil flourish amidst the beauty of a country garden. Why chance, sheer random chance, plays such an overwhelming role in the life lines and fate lines of men.

Praise be to the Weaver and all the gods!' said Shalhassan of Cathal. 'Finally she's done something adult!

He sometimes imagined them all, men and women, children, everyone in the world, sailing down the Sky River in the hugeness of the dark, surrounded by all the stars. Some tried to steer the ship. He had tried. But only the gods could do that, in the end.

Darkness gives way to morning's sunrise, Winter ends, there are flowers, birds fly. Honour the goddess, remember the gods. We are children of earth and sky.