Quotes About Faith

Cork wished there were a forecast for his spirit. He felt the dark and the cold penetrating deep in him. He wondered when there would be warmth again, when there would be light.

Our eyes perceive so dimly, and our brains are so easily confused. Far better, I believe, to be like children and open ourselves to every beautiful possibility, for there is nothing our hearts can imagine that is not so.

In the absence of proof, you believe.

So, among the many pieces of wisdom life has offered me over all these years is this: Open yourself to every possibility, for there is nothing your heart can imagine that is not so.

In every sinner, Gertie, is the possibility of a saint.

I think we just keep going on. We keep doing what we always do and someday it'll feel right again.

In every sinner is the possibility of a saint.

Heavenly Father, for the blessings of this food and these friends and our families, we thank you. In Jesus's name, amen.

maybe even in the fires of Hell there might be an angel walking around with a bucket of cool water and a dipper.

There will be courage in this story and cowardice. There will be love and betrayal. And, of course, there will be hope. In the end, isn't that what every good story is about?

Across the dark night, we are not afraid. Our love is the star that guides us. Through the empty desert, we do not thirst. Our love is the water that refreshes. On the long journey, we do not weary. Our love is the truth that offers strength. As the mountains rise before us, we are not discouraged. Our love is the hope that waits on the other side. When we are together, let us hold hands. Our love is the promise that is never broken.

But in these woods it's best to believe in all possibilities. There's more in these woods than a man can ever hope to understand.

I have a good feeling about this. Somehow, it's all going to turn out for the best." "I wish I did," Cork said. "Maybe that's the difference between the law and religion. I hope for the best, you're prepared for the worst.

The land is what it is. Life is what it is. God is what God is. You and me, we're what we are. None of it's perfect. Or, hell, maybe it all is and we're just not wise enough to see it.

is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.

The devil's best defense is a person's disbelief in his existence.

In this moment, here and now, we celebrate the spirit of what is good in each of us and in those friends who stood with us in the dark and chased away death's shadow." He lifted his eyes to the night sky. "We give thanks to the Creator and we pray that in the battle between love and fear, which is always raging in the human heart, love will triumph.

Even in the darkest night it's still within our power to hold to faith. We can still embrace hope. And although we may ourselves feel unloved we can still stand steadfast in our love for others and for God.

faith, to embrace hope, and to bear your love before you like a burning candle, for I promise that it will light your way. "And whether you believe in miracles or not, I can guarantee that you will experience one. It may not be the miracle you've prayed for. God probably won't undo what's been done. The miracle is this: that you will rise in the morning and be able to see again the startling beauty of the day. "Jesus

I know love. So if it's true, like Sister Eve says, that God is love, then I guess I believe.

Only God is perfect, Odie. To the rest of us, he gave all kinds of wrinkles and cracks." She lifted her hair from her cheek, showing me the long scar there. "If we were perfect, the light he shines on us would just bounce right off. But the wrinkles, they catch the light. And the cracks, that's how the light gets inside us. When I pray, Odie, I never pray for perfection. I pray for forgiveness, because it's the one prayer I know will always be answered.

Every heart wants to find peace. In the end, that is the place the Creator takes us.

They're never far from us, you know. ... The dead. No more'n a breath. You let the last one go and you're with them again.

I don't mind dying; I just don't want you to die.