Quotes About Faith

insomma, come tutto

la fede c'entra con la realtà quando cambia l'io nella sua mossa dentro la realtà; e in questo senso la fede si chiama memoria.

Ma se è una tela sporcata, tagliata e rotta, bisogna prima ricostituirla. Questo ricostituire, questo lavorare per ricostituire, che sarebbe persino un perdere tempo, questo è la croce.

Quando sei malinconica, quando sei arrabbiata, quando sei contro, quando sei piena di «forse», di «se», di «ma» e di «però», a che cosa aderisci? A niente, tendenzialmente a niente, e dunque sbagli: ti depauperi, ti svuoti. E, infatti, ciò che si incrementa è la solitudine.

Prima di tutto la paura, che nasce dal non capire che Cristo ha già vinto: siamo già dalla parte del vincitore! Quindi, è un tradimento della propria fede la paura: «Non abbiate paura, io ho vinto il mondo».

Invece, questo desiderio di egemonia, la speranza posta nell'egemonia non è la speranza posta in Cristo!

Non è una «cosa» la grazia, la grazia è una presenza;

L'equilibrio, insieme al miracolo e all'intensità del vivere, è una delle tre caratteristiche del santo.

Tant'è vero che il tentativo supremo di chi non vuol più accettare è quello di suicidarsi.

Nothing is impossible Mario, you just gotta believe

Thus, sir, you see when faith is lacking, it becomes impossible to create certain states of happiness, for we lack the necessary humility. Vaingloriously, we try to substitute ourselves for this faith, creating thus for the rest of the world a reality which we believe after their fashion, while, actually, it doesn't exist.

Who was she to say that God did not use the coyote's teeth to chew His gifts?

My friend,' he said, 'no one is more ired of religion than a priest.

Cruz made the sign of the cross over them. He hefted his rifle onto his shoulder and walked away. His warriors followed, blessed by the Lord, reconciled, holy in this day He had made, and ready to shoot.

Everybody loves Jesus Christ, they just don't know what to do with Jesus Garcia.

Padre,' Tomás replied, 'my only confession is that I do not believe in confession.

The People crossed themselves. They knew a Jesus reference when they heard it.

The honeysuckle made the People particularly happy, since it attracted holy hummingbirds, and as long as hummingbirds hovered nearby, things would be all right.

Don't you ever just get tired of religion? Isn't it all just exhausting?" Padre Adriel considered him for a moment. He crossed his arms, then put a finger to his lips. "My friend," he said, "no one is more tired of religion than a priest.

I never said that. We'll all be hurt, child. We will all be hurt. What I said was: they shall not overpower you.

Big Angel was aware of the sad steps of the dance. It cost him great effort to speak now. When you died, you died in small doses. You had trouble speaking. You forgot who was beside you. You were suddenly furious and in a panic of outrage. You wished you could be saintly. You wished you weren't so weak. You suddenly felt better and fooled yourself into believing that a miracle was about to happen. Well, wasn't that all a dirty rotten thing to pull on somebody.

God has worker's hands. Just remember—angels carry no harps. Angels carry hammers.

Where do you find more eroticism than in the cloister of a convent?

Without the desire for God, our planet would be a sorry wasteland of ugliness.