Quotes About God

A martyr is, he who has become the instrument of God, who has lost his will in the will of God, not lost it but found it, for he has found freedom in submission to God. The martyr no longer desires anything for himself, not even the glory of martyrdom.

Reason is not a tyrannical God like Allah, or a bloodthirsty demon like Bhowanee; Reason does not speak in my ears but gives me ears to listen with.

I had become convinced that if there was evidence of divinity in anything on earth, it was in life. Without the miracle of life, there was no God.

Yes, there were thousands of women like them. Yes, they were Muslims. No, they did not think Allah would punish them. No, she was not afraid of what Daesh might do. Yes, that is what she would call them—Daesh—whether they liked it or not. Wasn't she afraid of the violence men can do to woman? Yes, she was—where is the woman who isn't—but what sort of man, who takes the name of God, would even speak of such things?

Wasn't she afraid of the violence men can do to woman? Yes, she was—where is the woman who isn't—but what sort of man, who takes the name of God, would even speak of such things?

Kleidung war für ihn bisher eben immer nur Kleidung gewesen - man brauchte sie um die Stellen zu bedecken, wo Gott von seinem Geschmack im Stich gelassen worden war.

If the devil's work out here among the stars has a face, it is the handsome, narrow-chinned visage of Keeta Januari, leader of the Rationalists. And if God ever wanted someone dead, she is that person.

We of the Hernystiri do not look at the hill streams and say: how can I bring that to my home? We build our homes beside the stream. We do not have a faceless God to glorify with towers taller than the trees of the Circoille. We know that the gods live in the trees and in the bones of the earth, and in the rivers that splash high as any fountain, racing down from the Grianspog mountains.

and calling down on to them all the peace of Usires God. Caught between two angry pagan armies, he was quickly killed very dead. "So," Binabik waved his stick, beating down a high tussock of grass, "a story whose philosophy is difficult, hmmm? At least for we Qanuc, who prefer both being what you call pagan, and being what I call alive.

Reza Aslan, No god but God

The god touched me once, Beka. I'd soon not get his attention again.

He was a god, the greatest of those who ruled two-leggers, but he was no Chaos queen. Her supply of awed terror was used up for today.

She did this not out of fear of him, but out of pity. Because she had come to see the ultimate terrible truth behind all others. Which was that the stupidity and avarice and hatred of mankind had finally begun to make him also stupid, avaricious, hating, and cruel beyond reason. Even though he was a god, a god of love.

The humble were the elect of God. Did not the priests teach so, in their gemmed, kingly robes, from their towering pulpits?

Death is God, I said. Life is Man. The day we are born begins our love affair with death.

Despair, the worst of all the deadly sins, since it is denial of the self, of the god-in-self, since it is so seductive, like the snow-death, so warm. Ah, who would tear himself to pieces when he might lie down in such arms, in comfort, and cease. Bless you, my despair, my dear and loving despair. So painlessly you take my pain away. Oh Father, by no means dash the cup from my lips -

What is reality after all, he said. Did we not invent all this, are we not God, any and all of us? He spread his own elegant hand on the table. I could pass my hand through the wood as if through water. Any man, any woman, could do it. No chains, no bindings. It's a world of chaos restrained solely by the human mind, which then, afraid of itself, steps back and says, see this colossal machine over which I have no power at all.

What I remember is impossible. Against the law of God.' 'Why should you suppose that? You must permit God to grasp His own law rather better than fallible man, who has perhaps misunderstood.

Contrary to your view of me, I'm not a man who hands over his only son to the rabble." "Oh," Romulan said beautifully, "then in one instance at least, Father, you are unlike God.

The combination of supernal blamelessness and demoniacal sweetness had never been nor blatant. For a moment Roilant was agitated. Almost repelled. This man he had given stewardship of his lifes and fortunes, what in the name of God was he?

Intellect itself had become paramount, and God simply the clue and excuse for its dreams.

There was a lesson in here somewhere, he was sure. Or maybe he'd offended some ancient, pre-Columbian god while he'd been in South America -because this was a test.

Man is certainly free, but he is responsible for this freedom before God as before men. This responsibility is inevitably moral. In order of this morality, to be free is to protect the freedom of others and their dignities.

active acceptance" of God's will: to question with one's mind, to understand with one's intelligence, and to submit with one's heart.