Quotes About Disbelief

I don't have to believe," the voice drifted back. "I know gods exist. I simply hate them.

Well, fuck a duck.

Henry went down on one knee. 'Like King Arthur's knights,' Mr. Fogarty had told him, but he didn't feel much like a knight. In fact he felt like a twit.

shit," he whispered as the words on the tiny screen blurred in front of him. He'd run

Son of a bitch! You're Steve Allen!

Unwilling to accept the uncertainties and high political costs of a military confrontation with the Taliban, American diplomats also suspended disbelief and lazily embraced Saudi and Pakistani arguments that the Taliban would mature and moderate.

Where belief is painful we are slow to believe.

The fantastic is in complicity with the realist model, in the claims that realism makes to represent the true face of reality. It points to the gaps and inadequacies of realism, but does not question the legitimacy of its claims to represent reality. The concept of "suspension of disbelief', that beloved criterion of positivist criticism supposedly serving to establish the legitimacy of the fantastic, confirms this hegemony.

True, this world of ours is full of hatred and disbelief, but that is no reason why we should not love and why we should not believe. We must love and believe in order to empty the hatred-sea.

It was almost impossible to believe that the things which we had seen with

O sabichão do grupo, não acredita em nada, zomba de todo mundo. Quando não tem argumentos, implica com os outros e toma o silêncio de seus interlocutores como concordância.

and just as the table is about to finally ignore him, to look away and start eating, he sits up and loudly says, pointing an accusing finger at his plate, "It moved!" Timothy glares at him with a contempt so total that I can't fully equal it but I muster enough energy to come close.

The childlike disbelief had manifested itself immediately after the election in embarrassing ways, from morning-after posts titled "What Am I Going to Tell My Daughter?" (one friend suggested telling her Trump won, that shit happens, grow up, this is how the world works—and next time find a better candidate)

Mockingbird sometimes found it hard to believe this was the same man she'd married; he looked like a different person now—as if someone had put a fire hose up his ass and inflated him with meringue.

Erin thought, ludicrously, of how disappointed her mother would be. When one's only daughter is hacked to death wearing a sequined bra top and a G-string--well, there's really no way to explain it to one's friends at the orchid club.

Skepticism does not sell well.

How could Mark be halfway across the world when she would have sworn he'd been in this room with her only seconds ago?

I hate magic, Berdine muttered. It makes no sense.

Rincewind gave his fingers a long shocked stare, as one might regard a gun that has been hanging on the wall for decades and has suddenly gone off and perforated the cat.

Does not happen!

I stared at him, unable to believe this was happening. That he could just disappear, along with everything rich and strange he'd brought into my life. Vanished, like magic.

Denim and doubt, cotton and caution, fell to the floor in a forgotten heap

Jesus. After breathing in and out heavily, to prevent myself from hyperventilating, I begin to look around for cameras because, even though I'm

enter." "This is a joke, right?