Quotes About God

It is a paradox. Life is that way. God designed it that way. I believe I met him once. He was full of mischief.

We're not gods, Julia. We're helpers. That's all. People have called us terrible things in the past. But that was only because they didn't understand us. That understanding is for the future, a time not long from now. You may live to see it. Then perhaps you can work openly, but for now, keep your gifts to yourself. Never flaunt your abilities. Never think you hold the power of life and death. Only God has that power. When it's a person's time, nothing can save them.

I'm a coward, I close my eyes. I don't understand why God made sight the only sense that can be blocked off.

Life is like that short visit on the road. Prayer is for those who wish to talk to God. Meditation is for those who only want to listen to him.

we were here to become like God. To live like his blessed son. We just needed a few pints of Christ's blood to do so.

It's because you weren't in love, Mary said. When you're in love it's beautiful. When you're not it's just dirty filthy sex. Loveless sex has no true spiritual meaning deep inside your soul. But love makes everything totally cool. Love is God's special gift to horny teenage girls and boys. It makes them feel less guilty.

But Krishna is flexible when it comes to who a person worships," I say. "He said that whatever god a man or woman worships with love, it is the same as worshipping him. I think that line is one of the keys to the Gita. The worship is for the sake of the devotee, not for the sake of the god.

I had to put on my memory, however, and I didn't know that I was both my own God and own devil.

Even from high above, I could feel Amanda's hate. Or perhaps it was another dimension of my Shadow, my own hate for her closing in on me. Despite all I had learned and seen, I wished to God someone would choke her to death so I could get ahold of her and choke her some more.

I confess that you are a bag of gleet squeezed from the purulent sphincter that is the mouth of Iyachtu Xvim!" He would not listen to the truth; what choice did I have but to return to my earlier strategy? "In the time beyond the Year of Carnage, your god shall empty the chamber pots at the Palace of Eternity, and you shall clean the garderobes!

them. When we see love in action, compassion in the face of hatred or anger, forgiveness in the face of pain and suffering, we are looking at and experiencing the kingdom of God right where we stand.

Hospice nursing is the purest kind of nursing you can do, and every day you are reminded that you walk on holy ground in preparing God's children for heaven. Hospice nursing is very intimately participating in the kingdom of God that Jesus spoke about.

Torah is the study of G-d thinking.

The older I grow and the more I abandon myself to God's will, the less I value intelligence that wants to know and will that wants to do; and as the only element of salvation I recognize faith, which can wait patiently, without asking too many questions.

I dared, for the first and last time in my life, to express a theological conclusion: But how can a necessary being exist totally polluted with the possible? What difference is there, then, between God and primogenial chaos? Isn't affirming God's absolute omnipotence and His absolute freedom with regard to His own choices tantamount to demonstrating that God does not exist?

Then we are living in a place abandoned by God, I said, disheartened. Have you found any places where God would have felt at home? William asked me, looking down from his great height.

Beauty is, in some way, boring. Even if its concept changes through the ages… a beautiful object must always follow certain rules. A beautiful nose shouldn't be longer than that or shorter than that, on the contrary, an ugly nose can be as long as the one of Pinocchio, or as big as the trunk of an elephant, or like the beak of an eagle, and so ugliness is unpredictable, and offers an infinite range of possibility. Beauty is finite, ugliness is infinite like God.

Beware of faking: people will believe you. People believe those who sell lotions that make lost hair grow back. They sense instinctively that the salesman is putting together truths that don't go together, that he's not being logical, that he's not speaking in good faith. But they've been told that God is mysterious, unfathomable, so to them incoherence is the closest thing to God. The farfetched is the closest thing to miracle.

Dios ha muerto, el arte dejó de existir, la historia ha llegado a su fin, y yo mismo no me siento del todo bien.

And when someone suggests you believe in a proposition, you must first examine it to see whether it is acceptable, because our reason was created by God, and whatever pleases our reason can but please divine reason, of which, for that matter, we know only what we infer from the processes of our own reason by analogy and often by negation.

But it's atheists who say that the world wasn't made by anyone, and you say you're not an atheist . . . I'm not because I can't bring myself to believe that all these things we see around us—the way trees and fruits grow, and the solar system, and our brains—came about by chance. They're too well made. And therefore there must have been a creating mind. God.

The people of God cannot be changed until the outcasts are restored to its body.

Nothing can shake my belief that this world is the fruit of a dark god whose shadow I extend.

And in that moment I experience a revelation. I realize now that it was a painful sense that the world is purposeless, the lazy fruit of a misunderstanding, but in that moment I was able to translate what I felt only as: God does not exist.