Quotes About Gods

I've been silent for so long I don't know where to start. Anywhere would do. But ancient custom has it that everything begins with the gods.

Perhaps the gods punish us by bringing us face to face with our own foolish mistakes, condemning us to watch our children fall into the same traps that crippled us.

Immortality is for the gods. Frankly, I don't know how they stand it.

You make choices that are good and sound, but the gods have other plans for you.

This wasn't prayer anyway, it was just argument with the gods. Prayer, he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door, was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

the gods did not desire flawless souls, but great ones. I think that very darkness is where the greatness grows from, as flowers from the soil. I am not sure, in fact, if greatness can bloom without it.

The gods do not grant miracles for our purposes, but for theirs. If you are become their tool, it is for a greater reason, an urgent reason. But you are the tool. You are not the work.

Lakewalker legends say the gods abandoned the world when the first malice came. And that they will return when the earth is entirely cleansed of its spawn. If you believe in gods. Do you? I believe they are not here, yes. It's a faith of sorts.

You cannot outguess the gods. Hold to virtue—if you can identify it—and trust that the duty set before you is the duty desired of you. And that the talents given to you are the talents you should place in the gods' service. Believe that the gods ask for nothing back that they have not first lent to you. Not even your life.

Only the saints would joke so about the gods, because it was either joke or scream, and they alone knew it was all the same to the gods.

I have had another thought on such fates that denies neither gods nor man. Perhaps, instead of controlling every step, the gods have started a hundred or a thousand Cazarils and Umegats down this road, and only those arrive who choose to.

The gods do not save us from death.  They only catch us when we fall from life.

The gods give no gifts without hooks embedded.

Talking to the gods had been a much more comfortable proposition when there had seemed no danger of Their talking back.

His further study of humanity had revealed just how much people could convince themselves that their own needs were those of the gods, and not the other way around.

Anyone who desires to see the gods face-to-face is a great fool

Trust in the gods, They will supply? Hardly. He wondered suddenly if it was as hard for the gods to have faith in Ingrey as it was for him to have faith in Them, and a weird wild urge to show Them how it should be done swept him for a moment.

A doctrinal point Pen had constantly to explain to people trying to pray for good weather or no earthquakes, who never listened, he'd finally decided, because they didn't want it to be so.  The gods did not control the weather.  Or the world.  Or souls. But death, oh, they own that.

The gods do not grant miracles for our purposes, but for theirs, Umegat had said. Yes? It seemed to Cazaril that this bargain ought to run two ways. If people stopped lending the gods their wills by which to do miracles, eh, what would the gods do about it then?

He claims that the gods, and we, are both right here all the time, a shadow's thickness apart. We've no distance to cross at all to get to each other.

We cannot continue to flounder along with no attempt at a plan," he began firmly. "You've rejected mine. Have you a better?" "Run away was not my idea of a plan." She cocked an eye at him. "And when did I become we?" His mouth, tightening, paused. The first hour I saw you at Boar's Head, five gods help me.

He wouldn't say pray, as he'd decided long ago not to bother the gods with questions when he didn't really want to hear the answers.

Do not deny the gods. And they will not deny you." As Oswyl stared at him, he went on, "Dangerous habit, mind you. Once you start to let Them in through that first crack, They're worse than mice.

You must go home eventually. I would throw myself off a precipice first, except that I would land in the arms of the gods, Whom I do not wish to see again.