Quotes About Faith

And although I no longer identified with the stringency or dogma of organized Christian religion, I remained drawn to the compassion and sense of community that still existed in houses of worship.

Oh, how I wish I were a trinity, so if I lost a part of me, I'd still have two of the same to live.

I see the light at the end of the candle.

What started Baby Jesus growing in Mary's tummy was an angel zoomed down, like a ghost but a really cool one with feathers. Mary was all surprised, she said, How can this be? and then, OK let it be. When Baby Jesus popped out of her vagina on Christmas she put him in a manger but not for the cows to chew, only to warm him up with their blowing because he was magic.

Keep your heart infinitesimally small and sorrow will never spy it, never plunge, never flap away with your heart in her claws.

Because your soul must be lonely. That silence you heard, when you tried to pray—that's the sound of God listening.

But for me, Room is a peculiar (and no doubt heretical) battle between Mary and the Devil for young Jesus. If God sounds absent from that triangle, that's because I think that for a small child, God's love is represented, and proved, by mother-love.

Our faith stands like an island,' he proclaims, 'lashed by a sea of doubt.

I pray for John the Baptist and Baby Jesus to come around for a playdate with Dora and Boots.

But if there's no heaven what remains?

The weaklings — ashamed, but grateful — holding out their hands to the flames, their renewed faith glowing inside them. Well, he supposes there are times mercy may do what strictness can't.

What does a promise mean, when it's made to a monster?

I'm just preparing the way, just like John the Baptist for Our Lord.

That silence you heard, when you tried to pray — that's the sound of God listening.

It was only a path through the woods, I told myself. Tangled and faint and looping but a path just the same, and didn't every path have an end?

And how will we recognise our island?' Trian wonders. 'By a sign of some kind.' Cormac realises something: the Prior doesn't know. Trian hesitates as if about to say more, but doesn't. It comes to Cormac that maybe it's their fault the boat hasn't reached the island yet, his and Trian's. We of little faith.

I'd actually rather not have you thinking about that stuff every time you look at me, OK? There's more tears rolling down Grandma. Sweetie, she says, all I think when I look at you is hallelujah.

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God is our pilot now, and we'll go wherever his breath blows us.

The sadness ? the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain ? isn't over. It never will be. I know how best to chase it away, though. It usually works. Sometimes it doesn't. But I pray and say, fuck it, then. I choose this. It chooses me. I choose it back.

I think I've lost my faith and I can't stop writing because I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

He meant everything he said, when he said it. But this is his default. And it won out. Right now you're depressed about one thing. Before you were depressed about everything. These are good times for you. I'm afraid of loving again. I'm afraid I've lost my faith. You haven't. The trapdoor I have in my mind? That can go to those bad places? It's almost gave way again. You know the ways to keep it nailed shut.

I do not believe in God, because I believe in man. Whatever his mistakes, man has for thousands of years been working to undo the botched job your god has made.

The idealists and visionaries, foolish enough to throw caution to the winds and express their ardor and faith in some supreme deed, have advanced mankind and have enriched the world.