Quotes About God

God is our father, we are the children." "Is it time for us to grow-up.

I love God, Jesus Christ, my three children, mother, father, brother, sisters, family in general, my pets, my students, and true friends.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he does not wish to sign his work.

Chance is the pseudonym God uses when He does not want to sign His name.

The pseudonym for God when He did not want to sign.

No, let us not conquer the heavens. It is enough to have the power to do so. War engenders war, and victory defeat. God, conquered, will become Satan; Satan, conquering, will become God. May the fates spare me this terrible lot!?

Epicure a dit: ou Dieu veut empêcher le mal et ne le peut, ou il le peut et ne le veut, ou il ne le peut ni ne le veut, ou il le veut et le peut. S'il le veut et ne le peut, il est impuissant; s'il le peut et ne le veut, il est pervers; s'il ne le peut ni ne le veut, il est impuissant et pervers; s'il le veut et le peut, que ne le fait-il, mon père ?

Ignorance is the necessary condition, i do not say of happiness, but of life itself. If we knew everything, we could not endure existence a single hour. The sentiments that make it sweet to us, or at any rate tolerable, spring from a falsehood, and are fed on illusions. If, like God, a man possessed the truth, the sole and perfect truth, and once let it escape out of his hands, the world would be annihilated there and then, and the universe melt away instantly like a shadow.

think Him limited, even very limited. I no longer believe Him to be the only God. For a long time He did not believe it Himself; in the beginning He was a polytheist; later, His pride and the flattery of His worshippers made Him a monotheist. His ideas have little connection; He is less powerful than He is thought to be. And, to speak candidly, He is not so much a god as a vain and ignorant demiurge.

But canst thou only die, withered embryo, foetus steeped in gall and scalding tears? Miserable abortion, dost thou think thou canst taste death, thou who hast never known life? If only God exists, that he may damn me. I hope for it. I wish it. God, I hate Thee! dost Thou hear? Overwhelm me with Thy damnation. To compel Thee to, I spit in Thy face. I must find an eternal hell, to exhaust the eternity of rage which consumes me.

Slu?ajnost je Božji potpis kojim se On služi kada želi da ostane anoniman

For our miserable species would never lavish worship on a just and benevolent God from whom they had nothing to fear; they would only feel an empty and thankless gratitude for their benefits. Without purgatory and hell, your God would indeed be a useless creature.

sin el Infierno y el Purgatorio nadie se preocuparía de Dios.

Se Deus não existisse, tudo seria permitido'', diz um personagem de Dostoiévski. Não é verdade, porque, crente ou não, tu não se permite tudo: tudo, inclusive o pior, não seria digno de ti! (...) Não é porque Deus existe que devo agir bem; é porque devo agir bem que posso necessitar - não para ser virtuoso, mas para escapar do desespero - de crer em Deus.

Não é porque Deus existe que devo agir bem; é porque devo agir bem que posso necessitar - não para ser virtuoso, mas para escapar do desespero - de crer em Deus.

Truth obeys no one. That is why it is free, and freeing. And since there is nothing other than truth, it commands no one, either. To what or to whom could it give orders? At such times, we have neither God nor master.

Oh, the boom box, oh God. Oh! This is an appropriation of the hood and the street — you're giving us like baaad hip hop, thuggerish, but it's not thuggish enough.

To speak of God, to think of God, is in every respect to show what one is made of. I have always wagered against God and I regard the little that I have won in this world as simply the outcome of this bet. However paltry may have been the stake (my life) I am conscious of having won to the full. Everything that is doddering, squint-eyed, vile, polluted and grotesque is summoned up for me in that one word: God!

But after all, dear Mr. Goldfaden," he went on, chilled by fear, "if God did not exist, what would you and I be?" The old man offered a compassionate smile, and his voice sought vainly for the lost tone of gaiety. "Poor little Jewish men, no?

Odio todo lo que tengo de cielo para mirar, sí, todo lo que alcanzo, porque nunca he podido encontrar en él la parte exacta donde habita Dios.

Te das cuenta, verdad, de que Dios no se parece en nada a tu padre? Eso lo sabes, ¿verdad? Estoy a punto de llevar el coche al arcén. Dios, dice, es lo contrario de tu padre. Dios no está siempre enfadado contigo. Dios no te grita al oído, no te mortifica con tus imperfecciones. Esa voz que oyes continuamente, esa voz airada… Ése no es Dios. Ése sigue siendo tu padre.

Solitude is bearable only with God

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