Quotes About God

Maybe faith was having the humility to scream at God and the audacity to get up off the floor.

But if God had wanted us to think with just our wombs, why did He give us a brain?

If God had wanted us to think with our wombs, why did he give us a brain?

I believe that religion is the belief in future life and in God. I don't believe in either. I don't believe in God as I don't believe in Mother Goose.

The fear of God is not the beginning of wisdom. The fear of God is the death of wisdom.

I have always felt that doubt was the beginning of wisdom, and the fear of God was the end of wisdom.

I am an Agnostic because I am not afraid to think. I am not afraid of any god in the universe who would send me or any other man or woman to hell. If there were such a being, he would not be a god; he would be a devil.

The fear of God is not the beginning of wisdom. The fear of God is the death of wisdom. Skepticism and doubt lead to study and investigation, and investigation is the beginning of wisdom.

Aside from a few odd words in Hebrew, I took it completely for granted that God had never spoken anything but the most dignified English.

Jesus did not want to be economically vulnerable. He wanted to be poor so that he could make his decisions clearly without any distortion of vision. Because Jesus wanted to see clearly, because he didn't want to be vulnerable, and because he wanted to deal justly and to walk humbly with his God, he was a pauper.

It would be better to never teach them anything at all about God than to teach them the word of God and then bring them up in a society that nullifies the whole thing.

So then, the virgin birth is not proof of the deity of Jesus, but rather, evidence of the humanity of God.

So the resurrection of Jesus was simply God's unwillingness to take our no for an answer. He raised Jesus, not as an invitation to us to come to heaven when we die, but as a declaration that he, himself, has now established permanent, eternal residence on earth.

The Declaration of Independence is the all-time masterpiece of ideological simplification. There in a single sentence of self-evident truth, the founding Fathers put into clear, easily understandable focus, the broad basis of man's relationship to God, to government, and to his fellow man.

I'm restless and harsh and despairing. Although I do have love inside me. I just don't know how to use love. Sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs. If I can hold so much love within me, and nevertheless continue to be uneasy, it's because I need God to come. Come, before it's too late. I'm in danger, as is everyone who's alive.

Meanwhile, the clouds are white and the sky is blue. Why is there so much God? At the expense of men.

The world rolls and somewhere out there are things I don't know. Let us sleep on God and mystery, a quiet, fragile ship floating on the sea, behold sleep.

No entender" era tan vasto que sobrepasaba a cualquier entender - entender era siempre limitado-. Pero no-entender no tenía fronteras y llevaba al infinito, al Dios.

Pensar es un acto. Sentir es un hecho. Los dos juntos son yo que escribo lo que estoy escribiendo. Dios es el mundo. La verdad es siempre un contacto interior e inexplicable.

Nostalgia is not for the God who is missing to us, it is a nostalgia for ourselves, for we do not sustain ourselves; we miss our impossible grandeur - my unreachable nowness is my paradise lost.

Since God doesn't have a name, I'll give him the name of Simptar. It doesn't come from any language. I give myself the name Amptala. As far as I know no such name exists. Perhaps in a language earlier than Sanskrit, an it-language.

What sustains me is to know that I shall always fabricate a god in the image I require in order to sleep peacefully, and that others will quietly pretend that we are all justified, and that there is nothing to be done. All this because we are astute by nature and the bastions of something. And above all, because we try not to understand.

We are all deformed by our adaptation to the freedom of God.

But there are questions I asked myself as a child and that were never answered, they still echo mournfully: did the world make itself? But where did it make itself? in what place? And if it was by the energy of God - how did it begin? could it be like now when I am being and at the same time making myself? It's because of the absence of an answer that I get so bothered.