Quotes About God

Victory without God is mockery and delusion, but...defeat with God is not defeat.

God is foolish at times, but at least He's a gentleman. Dont you know that?" "I always thought of Him as a man," the woman said.

He was as calm as a god who has seen both life and death, and seen nothing of particular importance in either of them.

Riches is nothing in the face of the Lord, for He can see into the heart.

God is foolish at times, but at least He's a gentleman. Don't you know that?

When [God] aims for something to be always a-moving, He makes it longways, like a road or a horse or a wagon, but when He aims for something to stay put, He makes it up-and-down ways, like a tree or a man. . . . [I]f He'd a aimed for man to be always a-moving and going somewheres else, wouldn't He a put him longways on his belly, like a snake? It stands to reason He would. Anse in As I Lay Dying, pp. 34-5

A veces, durante cierto tiempo, pierdo por completo la fe en la naturaleza humana; me asalta la duda. Pero Dios Nuestro Señor siempre acaba por devolverme la fe y mostrarme su bondadoso amor a las criaturas.

Soy un elegido de Dios, pues Él castiga a aquel a quien Él ama. Pero que me aspen si es que Él no ha escogido, por lo que se ve, una manera harto extraña de demostrar su amor.

Every man will be equal there and it will be taken from them that have and give to them that have not by the Lord. But

ocean was like an uncaring God, endlessly dangerous, power beyond measure.

Get a black suit and just freeload, problem it's too God damned late now even to be any of the things I never wanted to be.

Nevertheless, they boarded The Purdue Victory and sailed out of Boston harbor, provided for against all inclemencies but these they were leaving behind, and those disasters of such scope and fortuitous originality which Christian courts of law and insurance companies, humbly arguing ad hominem, define as acts of God.

Thank God there was the gold to forge!

Nihil cavum neque sine signo apud Deum.

The faces he woke up with in the worlds hotels were like God's own hood ornaments. Women's sleeping faces, identical and alone, naked, aimed straight out to the void.

Vodou says, there's God, sure, Gran Mèt, but He's big, too big and too far away to worry Himself if your ass is poor, or you can't get laid. Come on, man, you know how this works, it's street religion, came out of a dirt-poor place a million years ago. Vodou's like the street. Some duster chops out your sister, you don't go camp on the Yakuza's doorstep, do you? No way. You go to somebody, though, who can get the thing done.

Listen to your enemies,' " Bigend said, " 'for God is speaking.

THEY ATE LUNCH in a Mexican place called Dirty Is God.

They'd started out as a church, or in a church, not liking anyone being gay or getting abortions or using birth control. Protesting military funerals, which was a thing. Basically they were just assholes, though, and took it as the measure of God's satisfaction with them that everybody else thought they were assholes.

They had remained silent during the trial, their leader stating only that the disease was God's vengeance on sinners and the unclean. Lean men with shaven heads and blank, implacable eyes, they were God's gunmen, and would stare, as such, from all the tapes of history, forever. But

It would be more accurate, in terms of the mythform, to say that the matrix has a God, since this being's omniscience and omnipresence are assumed to be limited to the matrix.

it began to be noted that the Wig had gone over the edge. Specifically, the Finn said, the Wig had become convinced that God lived in cyberspace, or perhaps that cyberspace was God, or some new manifestation of same. The Wig's ventures into theology tended to be marked by major paradigm shifts, true leaps of faith.

Vodou says, there's God, sure, Gran Met, but He's big, too big and too far away to worry Himself if your ass is poor, or you can't get laid. Come on, man, you know how this works, it's street religion, came out of a dirt-poor place a million years ago. Vodou's like the street. Some duster chops out your sister, you don't go camp on the Yakuza's doorstep, do you? No way. You go to somebody, though, who can get the thing done.

The folly isn't mine. It's God's folly. Even in the old days he never asked men to do what was reasonable.