Quotes About God

As I sit here and breathe, I never thought the good God would let me live to see someone walk into the middle of a revolution, pull a lugubrious face, and say, 'What's the matter?

God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things.

As he turned to go, Jean Louise called to him. "Uncle Jack," she said. "What does D.V. mean?" Dr. Finch sighed his you-have-no-education-young-woman sigh, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Deo volente. 'God willin',' child. 'God willin'.' A reliable Catholic utterance.

When Jean Louise and her brother were children, Atticus had occasional drawn them a sharp distinction between mere scatology and blasphemy. The one he could abide. He hated dragging God into it.

Now, at this very minute, a political philosophy foreign to it is being pressed on the South, and the South's not ready for it—we're finding ourselves in the same deep waters. As sure as time, history is repeating itself, and as sure as man is man, history is the last place he'll look for his lessons. I hope to God it'll be a comparatively bloodless Reconstruction this time.

Atticus dice que Dios ama a las personas como cada uno se ama a sí mismo...

It doesn't make sense to me. Looks like if Mr. Arthur was hankerin' after heaven he'd come out on the porch at least. Atticus says God's loving folks like you love yourself—" Miss Maudie stopped rocking, and her voice hardened. "You are too young to understand it," she said, "but sometimes the Bible in the hand of one man is worse than a whiskey bottle in the hand of—oh, of your father.

In the name of God, believe him.

In the name of God, do your duty.

Now thenm Scout,' said her uncle. 'Now, at this very minute, a political philosophy foreign to it is being pressed on the South, and the South's not ready for it---we're finding ourselves in the same deep waters. As sure as time, history is repeating itself, and as sure as man is man, history is the last place he'll look for his lessons. I hopt to God it'll be a comparatively bloodless Reconstruction this time.

What does D.V. mean?" Dr. Finch sighed his you-have-no-education-young-woman sigh, raised his eyebrows, and said: "Deo volente. 'God willin',' child. 'God willin'.' A reliable Catholic utterance.

There goes the meanest man ever God blew breath into

If your father's anything, he's civilized in his heart. Marksmanship's a gift of God, a talent--oh, you have to practice to make it perfect, but shootin's different from playing the piano or the like. I think maybe he put his gun down when he realized that God had given him an unfair advantage over most living things. I guess he decided he wouldn't shoot till he had to, and he had to today.

God's time is always near. He gave me my strength and he set the North Star in the heavens; He meant I should be free.

We all of us are made out of dirt. God took him up some dirt and put it in his hands and rolled it around and then he spit in the dirt and rolled it some more and out of that dirt and God spit, he made you and me, all of us.

At the entrance to the original tower, there is a stone into which Jung carved some words with his own hand: 'Cold or not, God is present.

And besides, thought Yoshida, If it was all right for God to test man, why was it wrong for man to test God?

In the name of God, they stole her time and her freedom, putting shackles on her heart. They preached about God's kindness, but preached twice as much about his wrath and intolerance.

the Primordial and Consequent Natures. What might be, what is, what has been. In God's Primordial Nature there exist all the pure possibilities for every moment (every actual occasion, Whitehead would say) of concrescence; in the Consequent Nature is the world as we chose to make it: every actual occasion and every actual entity, every single moment, rendered objectively immortal.

God is helpless. We are at the mercy of our own radical freedom, and all God can do is take into God's self the grief, the violence, the sublime acts of kindness, the good sex. God comes to us from the future, and has only one godlike gift: the lure. We are lured toward truth, beauty, and goodness . . . the lure is pulling at our hearts like some lucid joy inside every actual occasion and all we have to do is . . . Say yes.

I really wanted to punish humanity, but I realized that I was playing God, and that didn't work.

I conquered my sadness by letting it be a tool in the hand of God to draw me closer to Him and farther from my self-pity.

It is often said that there are no atheists in foxholes. It seems to me that shelled bunkers would be full of skeptics. In the middle of a war it must be harder, not easier, to believe in a good God.

In the temporary illumination of the headlights, the insects were scribbling out messages from God that we couldn't get.