Quotes About Disbelief

You?" Nadia sounded disbelieving.

My mom can't even believe they got into Brandywine Hunt. My dad will be so pissed.

He locked his cabin door behind him and stood against it, trembling, laughing in hysterical disbelief. Dammit, he'd studied everything about Naismith, everything. This couldn't be happening. With friends like this, who needs enemies?

Oh my God. Oh my God," Lyrica whispered, waving her hands in front of her face as she stared at him, eyes wide. "Dawg's gonna have pups when he finds out about this.

No. No Jeremiah Thompson. No great-uncles of any variety. No grandmother in Texas who left me an inheritance. There's probably a Texas, but if this guy is saying it, I wouldn't be too sure of even that." "I

that a pink flamingo yard ornament deserved demolishing by any available means. A comment left unsaid, of course. Thea's face had paled to

What the fuck, babe.

You are an educated man, Old One.' 'What is education besides a conditioning of the mind to a society and a way of life? There are many kinds of education, and often education closes as many doors as it opens for to believe implies disbelief. One accepts one kind of belief but closes the mind to all that is, or seems to be contradictory.

To disbelieve is easy; to scoff is simple; to have faith is harder.

done him in! Yuh deny it? Deny it? Lance stared at the man, his eyes watchful. Why, I never heard of Joe Wilkins

But I am afraid I don't

I repeat: there is no place for monsters in civilized society. If such creatures roam the earth, they do so out on its uttermost rim, consigned to peripheries by conventions of disbelief...but once in a blue moon something goes wrong. A Beast is born, a 'wrong miracle', within the citadels of propriety and decorum.

do you or don't you know the two worlds I'm talking about, the world that doesn't exist where you wish you could be on the dirt road that stretches out of Idaho away from the cave and family? The girl you want lives there. All my life I've wanted to be the grand gesture that forces the mouth open in disbelief Instead I was the lamp cord, collecting dust and never moving. It's easy to be the destroyed one.

There was still more music to listen to after they had fallen apart. She thought she was beginning to recognize some refrain, or maybe he was just going over the same notes. With her eyes to the ceiling she said, "It's a baby grand." Her husband turned his head on the pillow. He might have been startled to find her there. He frowned, and then hesitated, and then whispered, disbelieving, "You can tell already?

What is wrong with you?" their father was saying. "Why can't you behave?" Michael—it was not fear on his face, only a kind of disbelief, as if this tall, red-faced, shouting man had materialized out of the wind—looked up to say, "Just playing. I was just playing." But

The fine wall of leaden crystal that had protected her heart - somehow numbed her into disbelief - shattered.

Brand stared in sick disbelief. He'd been sure among all those lads someone would speak, for they were honest enough. Or Hunnan would tell his part in it, for he was a respected master-at-arms. The king or the queen would draw out the truth, for they were wise and righteous. The gods wouldn't allow such an injustice to pass. Someone would do something. Maybe, like him, they were all waiting for someone else to put things right.

Thorn stared at it, jaw hanging open in sick disbelief. "More and more, crushing with stones seems like it might have been the less painful option." "It's not too late to change your mind," said Father Yarvi. "We may be short of comforts out here, but I'm sure we can find stones.

He frowned over at a set of great pots, man high, fires banked underneath 'em, steam pouring from inside. "What the bloody hell are the pots for?" asked Scenn. "Soup or something?" "They're for rendering down the corpses, d'you see." Isern frowned at her spear's bloody head. "So they can get at the bones." Scenn shook his head in disbelief. "What a pack of arseholes.

You must be fucking joking.

That's it? 'Damn, it smells like the fishsticks are burning and don't do that with your head, Bode?' What the fuck?

We was robbed!

I want to regard my public as infinitely intelligent, as understanding notions of the suspension of disbelief and as realising all the time that this is not a slice of life, this is openly a film.

At once he was horrified too; saw that the idea was monstrous; abused