Quotes About God

To the Christian Nobility of the German Nation appears in August, a scathing manifesto in German by a man now convinced of his role in a cosmic battle between God and Satan.

Der mentsh trakht un got lakht. Translation: Man plans and God laughs.

He smiled. "What?" she said. "I was just thinking." "Thinking what?" "Something Esperanza said to me yesterday," Myron said. "Men tracht und Gott lacht." "Is that German?" "Yiddish." "What does it mean?" "Man plans, God laughs." She repeated it. "I like that." "Me too," he said. He

Believing in nurture is like believing in God. You might be wrong, but you might as well cover your bases.

The maybe-groupie put her hands in the air. She wore, God help her, a T-shirt that read, "Ten-A-Fly's Main Ho!" Pops

Part of all worship is abuse. That's what I've learned. Those who love God the most also fear God the most too. 'God-fearing,' right?

Yiddish proverb: Man plans, God laughs.

But it's not up to you to decide what's safe," she said. "It's not up to me either." "Don't tell me," Ash said. "It's in God's hands." She smiled at him. It was, as always, even with the strange hair color and new cut, beatific. The smile struck his heart with a gentle boom.

Posing the question: does the god of love use underarm deodorant, vaginal spray and fluoride toothpaste?

Men rarely (if ever) manage to dream up a god superior to themselves. Most gods have the manners and morals of a spoiled child." –ROBERT A. HEINLEIN, 1973

Oh, Jesus sweet Jesus, if there ever was a Jesus and if there is a God, please please please let us out of here, or kill us. Because at that moment I think I realized completely, so that I was able to verbalize it: AM was intent on keeping us in his belly forever, twisting and torturing us forever. The machine hated us as no sentient creature had ever hated before. And we were helpless. It also became hideously clear: If there was a sweet Jesus and if there was a God, the God was AM.

Mark Twain said, "If one truly believes there is an all-powerful Deity, and one looks around at the condition of the universe, one is led inescapably to the conclusion that God is a malign thug." That's the quote that caused me to write "The Deathbird." It's a puzzle I cannot reason out.

Ich bin nicht Gott. Wunderbare Idee, das gebe ich zu, aber ich bin trotzdem nicht Gott. Möchtest du Gott begegnen? Wir könnten bestimmt einen der Künstler finden, der ihn für dich aus Ton abbilden oder auf der Leinwand darstellen würde.

Meistens dachte ich an AM als es, ohne eine Seele; aber manchmal war es für mich ein er, ein Maskulinum … das Väterliche … das Patriarchale … denn er ist ein eifersüchtiges Wesen. Er. Es. Gott als Daddy der Durchgeknallte.

could hear AM draw in his breath. His toys had been taken from him. Three of them were dead, could not be revived. He could keep us alive, by his strength and talent, but he was not God. He could not bring them back.

We can be reluctant to recognize how much of our culture was literary, particularly now that so many of the institutional purveyors of literature happily have joined in proclaiming its death. A substantial number of Americans who believe they worship God actually worship three major literary characters: the Yahweh of the J Writer (earliest author of Genesis, Exodus, Numbers), the Jesus of the Gospel of Mark, and Allah of the Koran.

I myself do not believe that the Torah is any more or less the revealed Word of God than are Dante's Commedia, Shakespeare's King Lear, or Tolstoy's novels, all works of comparable literary sublimity

Urging the need for community upon American religionists is a vain enterprise; the experiential encounter with Jesus or God is too overwhelming for memories of community to abide, and the believer returns from the abyss of ecstasy with the self enhanced and otherness devalued.

Because God loves you, you can love yourself. Because God cares about you, you must care about yourself. Because God has forgiven you, you must forgive yourself. Because God has accepted you, you must learn to accept yourself.

God gave you a spiritual nature, and no matter how much you have in life, until you connect with Him there will always be an ingredient missing from your life.

As you grew up, when you were grown, totally unknown to yourself, you confused your father with God. You never saw him as a man with a man's heart, and a man's failings—I'll grant you it may have been hard to see, he makes so few mistakes, but he makes 'em like all of us.

Good God, girl!" shouted her uncle. "It was an army of individuals! They walked off their farms and walked to the War!

You confused your father with God. You never saw him as a man with a man's heart, and a man's failings – I'll grant you it may have been hard to see, he makes so few mistakes, but he makes 'em like all of us. You were an emotional cripple, leaning on him, getting answers from him, assuming that your answers would always be his answers.

I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.