Quotes About God

I'm evolving, is the thing; I'm a god becoming a constellation.' 'The constellations are mostly demigods,' I point out. 'And they didn't get to be constellations until after they died.' He laughs at that, and says, 'Death is a small sacrifice to become immortal.

The weird thing is, hearing stories like this makes me feel a kind of kinship with the Almighty, because it proves that even God has psychotic episodes.

I don't think God have us this anymore than he gives little kids cancer or makes poor people lottery winners.... if anything, he gives us courage to deal.

Rowan stared at him in disbelief. Are you nuts? Do you even know what you're saying? My god, what are you on? Just my own nanites, man. Just my own nanites.

If a baby was going to be so unloved, why would God want it brought into the world?

But they loved God more than they loved me, and I hate them for it. So I guess that means I'm going to Hell.

Welcome to life as a god, Scythe Volta said to him. While behind them the building was burning to the ground.

I remember thinking, if a baby was going to be so unloved, why would God want it brought into the world?

SPAM is my god. It's the only deity that can be eaten raw or fried. The stuff of Holy Communion. -- Hayden Upchurch

Agreed, he says. But once your purpose was served, shouldn't your life be your own? Miracles are the property of God, she answers. No, he says, miracles are gifts from God. To call them his property insults the spirit in which they are given.

Qué irónico, pues, y qué poético, que la humanidad haya creado al Creador por el deseo de tener uno. El hombre crea a Dios, que a su vez crea al hombre. ¿No es el perfecto círculo de la vida? Pero, si tal es el caso, ¿quién ha sido creado a imagen de quién?

My greatest wish for humanity is not for peace or for comfort or for joy. It is that we all still die a little inside every time we witness the death of another. For only the pain of empathy will keep us human. There's no version of God that can help us if we ever lose that.

But if I do find it, and if I am able to travel to the very beginning of time, the ramifications are staggering. It could mean that I may very well be the Creator. I may, in fact, be God. How ironic, then, and how poetic, that humankind may have created the Creator out of want for one. Man creates God, who then creates man. Is that not the perfect circle of life? But then, if that turns out to be the case, who is created in whose image?

I am your completion! Intoned Goddard. I am your deliverance! I am your portal to the mysteries beyond this life!

That's funny because if anyone actually did prove the existence of God we'd just tell him 'nice proof, Fraa Bly' and start believing in God.

de satan ou de dieu, qu'importe! ange ou sirène, qu'importe, si tu rends -- fée aux yeux de velours, rythme, parfum, lueur, ô mon unique reine! -- l'univers moins hideux et les instants moins lourds?

Oh, Creator! Can monsters exist in the sight of him who alone knows how they were invented, how they invented themselves, and how they might not have invented themselves?

I will drop into your chest like a vegetal ambrosia. I will be the grain that regenerates the cruelly plowed furrow. Poetry will be born of our intimate union. A god we shall create together, and we shall soar heavenward like sunbeams, perfumes, butterflies, birds, and all winged things.

Doubt, or the absence of faith and naivete, is a vice peculiar to this age, for no one is obedient nowadays; and naivete, which means the dominance of temperament in the manner, is a gift from God, possessed by very few.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, need not even exist.

God is a scandal, - a profitable scandal.

Race of Cain, ascend to heaven, And cast God down upon the earth!

Thanks be to God, Who gives us suffering as sacred remedy for all our sins, that best and purest essence which prepares the strong in spirit for divine delights!

The most prostituted being, the Being par excellence, is God, since He is the supreme friend to every individual; since He is the common, inexhaustible reservoir of love.