Quotes About Gods

'Tis not for us to warn a wilful sinner; We stay him not, but let him run his course, Till by misfortunes rous'd, his conscience wakes, And prompts him to appease th' offended gods.

The gods, my dear simple fellow, are a mere expression coined by vulgar superstition. We frown upon such coinage here.

Wealth--the most excellent of all gods.

If some animals are good at hunting and others are suitable for hunting, then the Gods must clearly smile on hunting.

All nations believe the gods to be governed by a king; for men, who have made the gods after their own image, are ever hasty in ascribing to these celestial beings, human manners and human institutions.

Were part of the human race to be arrayed in that splendor of beauty which beams from the statues of gods, universal consent would acknowledge the rest of mankind naturally formed to be their slaves.

It is convenient that there be gods, and, as it is convenient, let us believe there are.

Where no gods are, spectres rule.

Fear created the first gods in the world.

It is at the time of dawn that we must commune with the gods.

From my example learn to be just, and not to despise the gods.

Time has nothing to do with the gifts that the gods give you; it's what you do.

We are supposed to write poetry to keep the gods alive.

The gods, if they exist, are just the people who happen to live on the other side.

'Dark Gods,' T. E. D. Klein's book of four novellas, felt like a godsend - even if it came from a deformed god, one that lurked beneath our sidewalks.

One of the reasons people find me a believable actor is that I don't seem like one of the gods from Olympus. I seem like someone who was lucky enough to be let into Olympus.

There are some directors I hear about in nighttime or some I used to work with who walk around like gods.

Furious protesters don't come after you for jokes at the expense of people; they come after you for jokes at the expense of their gods.

Aber Freund! wir kommen zu spät. Zwar leben die Götter Aber über dem Haupt droben in anderer Welt.

Denn sie, die uns das himmlische Feuer leihn, Die Götter schenken heiliges Leid uns auch, Drum bleibe dies. Ein Sohn der Erde Schein ich; zu lieben gemacht, zu leiden.

But friend, we come too late. It's true that the gods live, But up over our heads, up in a different world. They function endlessly up there, and seem to care little If we live or die, so much do they avoid us. A weak vessel cannot hold them forever; humans can Endure the fullness of the gods only at times. Therefore Life itself becomes a dream about them.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

Against boredom even gods struggle in vain.

Weariness that wants to reach the ultimate with one leap, with one fatal leap, a poor ignorant weariness that does not want to want any more: this created all gods and afterworlds.