Quotes About God

Ah, well, then you've never stood on a beach as the waves came crashing in, the water stretching out from you until it's beyond sight, moving and blue and alive and so much bigger than even the black beyond seems because the ocean hides what it contains." She shakes her head in a happy way. "If you ever want to see how small you are in the plan of God, just stand at the edge of an ocean.

And then a low and powerful sound rumbles thru the sky, like some giant, deep horn. A sound God would make when he wanted yer attenshun.

Manchee and me are quiet as possible going past the front door of the Church. Praying Noise comes from inside, it's got a special feel to it, a special purply sick feel like men are bleeding it out, even tho it's always the same stuff but the purply blood just keeps on coming. Help us, save us, forgive us, help us, save us, forgive us, get us outta here, please, God, please, God, please, God, tho as far as I know no one's never heard no Noise back from this God fella.

GOD MADE THE CATHOLICS, BUT THE ARMALITE MADE THEM EQUAL.

Sólo los sacerdotes y los locos no tienen miedo a nada, y yo nunca me he llevado muy bien con Dios

Blackened body of God" Sim said,using stronger language than I'd ever heard from him before' "Kvothe,you're alive.

Only priests and fools are fearless, and I've never been on the best of terms with God.

Interviewer: In terms of the wider mythology for your world, do we detect Christian influences? Pat: What it has is the archetype of the self-sacrificing god. But honestly, by the time Jesus did that, it was old news. A bunch of people did it before Jesus—and, to be fair, some people did it better

Dianne is like a waterfall of spark pouring off a sharp iron edge that God is holding to the grindstone.

So God will tend the laurels and keep them wet. And I will tend the players and keep them dry. And wiser minds than mine will decide when to bring the two together.

You see, a laurel needs to grow. I can't do much about that. But I can keep the rain off a few musicians heads, can't I?" A sly smile wound it's way onto his face. "So God will tend the laurels and keep them wet. And I will tend the players and keep them dry. And wiser minds than mine will decide when to bring the two together." -Count Threpe

How Miserable this God smelled! How ridiculously bad the scent that this God let spill from Him. It was not even genuine frankincense fuming out of those thuribles. A bad substitute, adulterated with linden and cinnamon dust and saltpeter. God stank. God was a poor little stinker. He had been swindled, this God had, or was Himself a swindler, no different from Grenouille-only a considerably worse one!

God stank. God was a poor little stinker.

But perhaps we ask too much of him. Perhaps he really was only a god.

Bulfinche's is a Manhattan bar that has not only seen all the weirdness the world has to offer, but encourages it to come by for a drink. A leprechaun owns it, and a god of wine and orgies tends bar. I

He is the Norse god of evil," I said. Paddy shrugged. "Technically, mischief. And people can change if we give them a chance.

For several hours we were thrown and battered — till suddenly calm felt — the calmest calm I have ever experienced at sea. God had willed us to enter the eye — you know about it? the still centre of the storm — where we lay at rest — surrounded by hundreds of seabirds, also resting on the water.

I guess that sometimes, even when we can see something is very wrong, it doesn't mean that God isn't at work executing a much greater plan.

It seems God had a plan I would never had thought of, and he decided to spring it on me in a most unexpected way.

I've watched the Lord press seeds into the sometimes resistant soil of my heart that I might grow out of myself and become more like Him. Sometimes he does the planting alone in the night, when it's just Him and me. But usually God uses others to plant and water the hope that I can do exceedingly more through Christ than I ever dreamed.

For me, failure has been a strict teacher of God's mercies, a curriculum I wouldn't volunteer for, yet a class I can't afford to miss.

Later he would say that the Church led him to God, and LSD led him to universe. He also said that art led him to the devil, and sex kept him with the devil.

Much has been said about Robert, and more will be added. Young men will adopt his gait. Young girls will wear white dresses and mourn his curls. He will be condemned and adored. His excesses damned or romanticized. In the end, truth will be found in his work, the corporeal body of the artist. It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to him.

Finally, by the sea, where God is everywhere, I gradually calmed.