Quotes About Faith

Only Christ could have brought us all together, in this place, doing such absurd but necessary things.

one need not believe in something for it to happen anyway.

For though I was raised Protestant, my true religion is actually civility. Please note that I do not call my faith "politeness." That's part of it, yes, but I say civility because I believe that good manners are essential to the preservation of humanity—one's own and others'—but only to the extent that that civility is honest and reasonable, not merely the mindless handmaiden of propriety.

Good and bad, he was taken for granted; she was much more lenient to him than to any of the children. She welcomed the fast-coming babies as gifts from God, marvelled over their tiny perfectness, dreamed over the soft relaxed little forms with a heart almost

And he went on in his quiet voice with his eloquent interpretation of the ancient words: "For what if some did not believe? Shall their unbelief make the faith of God without effect? God forbid. Yea, let God be true, but every man a liar.

Set your wings upon the sea wind Set your eyes upon the stream Feel the billow of the updraft And believe in your dream Know the mercy of these waters Know the safety of the sky Hear the voices in the distance And believe - they will not lie.

Without hope it is nearly impossible to live. Hope is the air that our spirits breathe.

For those who believe.

I have redeemed myself by giving belief to the wings of the young. Blessed are those who believe, for indeed they shall fly.

Hope is never a foolish thing—although others will tell you it is.

and powerless and weak, an outcast. Glaux bless you for your belief in legends.

Gylf, you can practice forever and still never fly if you do not really believe you can.

Zan and I have always believed that there is more goodness than evil in the world. But you know, you still got to work at it.

Diversity is the product of the effort to be a Christian in different cultural contexts. What it means to be a Christian should not look the same from one cultural context to another-say, from pagan ancient Rome to contemporary Catholic Spain. One lives a Christian life differently depending on the cultural materials with which one has to work and the challenges to the Christian faith specific to that context.

More important than any difference between faith and love is the difference between what we do and what God does. Focusing controversy on the relative merits of different sorts of human acts, such as faith and love...is therefore likely to prove unproductive, by distracting attention from the real matter for concern.

IF THERE IS A GOD, GOD IS DISJUNCTION AND MADNESS.

After Hatuey, a fifteenth-century Indian insurrectionist, had been fixed to the stake, his Spanish captors extended him the choice of converting to Christianity and ascending to Heaven of going unrepentantly to Hell. Gathering that his executioners expected to go to heaven, Hatuey chose the other

What he means here is that he had thought his sons would die in the war and had readied himself for the loss. His faith in preparation is central: Freud's barely submerged premise is that death is something to be mastered, something that one prepares for or practices. "If you would endure life," he wrote in one of his essays, "be prepared for death.

Man is incapable of seeing past the end of his nose. He huddles upon the ground staring at his own feet. It is only when he considers his own mortality that he clings to whatever God or Buddha offers him hope.

I believe the reason so many are failing today is that they have not disciplined themselves to read God's Word consistently, day in and day out, and to apply it to every situation in life.

God wants us to have faith that does not complain while waiting, but rejoices because we know our times are in His hands ... hands that labour for our highest good.

My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.

sitting in church doesn't make me a Christian any more than sitting in a garage makes me a car

And as they shook hands, he almost told Bishop about the little voice in his head that was whispering, He'll find Miranda. But not yet. Not just yet. Then he saw the flicker in Bishop's pale eyes, and realized that the telepath had read him and his little voice. But he hadn't needed a seer to tell him what he was utterly convinced of. He would find his Miranda. Sooner or later. Quentin wondered if he would be so lucky with the end of his own troubled quest.