Quotes About Faith

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if he wept also.

We're saints and sinners both, the lot of us, or else there's no saints and no sinners.

Nor does anyone know what the purpose is in anything, or why things happen in the way they do. It don't seem fair when you see some of them mean buggers living to a ripe old age and here's your lovely daughter took so soon. All I can tell you is what I believe. There's justice up above the street, my dear.

If gods are transcendent ideas, then the idea of a god IS a god.

Though I walk through The Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will fear no evil

The one place in which Gods and demons inarguably exist is in the human mind where they are real in all their grandeur and monstrosity.

Faith, to his mind, was a willed asserting of the sacred. If it were made more or less than this then it was mere belief, as children will believe the goblin tale they hear for just so long as it is being told. To hold belief in a material fact was only vanity, easily shattered, where the ideal was a truth eternal in whatever form expressed.

There is more to life than the material world. The truth most painful to the heart is that which makes the spirit stronger. And it is the strength of the spirit that will be needed when the physical crisis is over.

The humble man reached in his pocket for his sacred book, and began to read. It was this world alone that was certain.

Something in the humble voice must have touched Msimangu, for he said, I am not kind. I am a selfish and sinful man, but God put his hands on me, that is all.

Meneer, said the captain, if man takes unto himself God's right to punish, then he must also take upon himself God's promise to restore.

He pondered long over this, for might not another man, returning to another valley, have found none of these things? Why was it given to one man to have his pain transmuted into gladness? Why was it given to one man to have such an awareness of God?

We do what is in us, and why it is in us, that is also a secret. It is Christ in us, crying that men may be succoured and forgiven, even when He Himself is forsaken.

He says we are not forsaken. For while I wonder for what we live and struggle and die, for while I wonder what keeps us living and struggling, men are sent to minister to the blind ... Who gives, at this one hour, a friend to make darkness light before me?

We are grateful for the saints, he says, who lift up the heart in the days of our distress. Would we do less? For do we less, there are no saints to lift up any heart. If Christ be Christ he says, true Lord of Heaven, true Lord of Men, what is there that we would not do no matter what our suffering may be?

They were silent till the man passed, and then Kumalo said, in all my days I have known no one as you are. And Msimangu said sharply, I am a weak and sinful man, but God put His hands on me, that is all.

He is a missionary and believes in God, intensely I mean, but it takes all kinds to make a world.

Then he gave himself over to deep and earnest prayer, and after each petition he raised his eyes and looked to the east. And the east lightened and lightened, till he knew that the time was not far off. And when he expected it, he rose to his feet and took off his hat and laid it down on the earth, and clasped his hands before him. And while he stood there the sun rose in the east.

I am not kind. I am a selfish and sinful man, but God put his hands on me, that is all.

When I go up there, which is my intention, the Big Judge will say to me, "Where are your wounds?" and if I say I haven't any, he will say, "Was there nothing to fight for?" I couldn't face that question.

Why did so many smart people believe these laissez-fairey tales? It's a good question. Some of the blame surely goes to the excessive faith in free markets that was the elixir of the day. Some goes to economists who believed and extolled the efficient markets hypothesis—and taught it to their students, many of whom wound up as financial engineers on Wall Street.

You should have more faith in mortals," Fletcher countered. "Not all of them are war-hungry simpletons, you know." "No," Skulduggery said, "but they do tend to scare easily and, when people are scared, they lash out." Fletcher adjusted his hair slightly. "You have such a dim view of the people you fight every day to protect.

Oh, my dear, you wound me. Have I ever let you down?" "Numerous times." "I meant today." "Then, no. You haven't. That I know of.

A few years ago you couldn't go from TV to film. It was like a 'no no' but I believe when you find a plan and purpose that God has for your life, there's not anything man can do to you. Especially when your faith is not really standing in the wisdom of man, you're really standing in the wisdom of God.