Quotes About Faith

But Machaon saw how well the shoulder healed, with no infection and little pain, and next time there was an arrow wound he called me over and passed me a sharp blade, looking at me expectantly.

How many times would I have to learn? Every moment of my peace was a lie, for it came only at the gods' pleasure.

Teti: "Non sono riuscita a far di lui un dio" Patroclo: "Ma hai fatto lui

You don't have to follow a religion if you listen to the divine voice within you, pay close attention to instincts and intuitions.

Here, when you looked into darkness, there was God.

In your love, my salvation lies.

Catholicism is not a soothing religion. It's a painful religion. We're all gluttons for punishment.

Power without guilt, love without doubt....

At least my cage is filled with light.

Once you're a Catholic, you're always a Catholic—in terms of your feelings of guilt and remorse and whether you've sinned or not. Sometimes I'm wracked with guilt when I needn't be, and that, to me, is left over from my Catholic upbringing. Because in Catholicism you are born a sinner and you are a sinner all of your life. No matter how you try to get away from it, the sin is within you all the time.

I have my work and my faith... If that's boring to some people, I can't tell you how much I don't care.

Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain.

In my experience, lights at the end of the tunnel tend to flicker out.

If that's what dying is like, I think I can do it!

He could still be her knight. But that was it. She would not love someone who had no faith in her.

But I trust I will live in my skin again, if life is sweet and long.

Nothing you say can fuck up the space for God.

the history of psychology does not exactly fill me with faith in its teleological progress. p. 204

I felt the wild need for any or all of these people that night. Lying there alone, I began to feel - perhaps even to know - that I did not exist apart from their love and need of me. Of this latter I felt less sure, but it seemed possible, if the equation worked both ways. Falling asleep I thought, 'Maybe this, for me, is the hand of God.

two Christian princesses who were pursued by undesirable pagan lovers—lovers who professed to be unable to live without their beloveds' beautiful blue eyes. To rid herself of the unwanted attention, Medana supposedly plucked her eyes out and threw them at her suitor's feet; Triduana was slightly more inventive, and tore hers out with a thorn, then sent them to her suitor on a skewer.

One thing they don't tell you bout the blues when you got 'em, you keep on fallin' 'cause there ain't no bottom," sings Emmylou Harris, and she may be right. Perhaps it would help to be told that there is no bottom, save, as they say, wherever and whenever you stop digging.

You must spend more time thinking about the divine.

Pero ¿y si sus palabras no fueran suficiente? ¿Y si ella no es remedio suficiente para su dolor sin nombre?

There is, she is starting to see, nothing more she can do. She can stay beside him, comfort him as best she can, but this pestilence is too great, too strong, too vicious. It is an enemy too powerful for her. It has wreathed and tightened its tendrils about her son, and is refusing to surrender him.