Quotes About God

But my father's faith, as I said, was absolute. Through God's prayer he could be granted exactly what he wanted.

When we as writers take our fears, beliefs, imaginations, and research and offer them up for the Lord to use, we are changed, and our fiction carries the power of truth and the fingerprints of our God on every page.

To commit suicide is easy. To live without a god is more difficult. The drunkenness of triumph is greater than the drunkenness of sacrifice.

I have no fear of God, and yet fear keeps me awake at night,fear of the devil. And if I believe in the devil, I must believe in God. And if evil is abhorrent to me, I must be a saint. Henry, save me from beatification, from the horrors of static perfection. Precipitate me into the inferno.

Night. The stars and the moon impassive, undisturbed, eternal. A little of their impassivity flows into me. They are consoling. They reduce the intensity and acuteness of human sorrow. I feel less strangled, less oppressed. I transfer to the moon and the stars some of the trust in God I once had, and realize that serenity comes from an acceptance of death. Man's life span is short. There is an end to pain.

You may have found [Alain Fournier's]Le Grand Meaulnes a little pale perhaps. (I spell "god" with a small "g" because I do not believe in him, but I love to swear by him, which shows what a Christian fear of sacrilege I have.)

Oh, God, today I pray [to] you on my knees for Dostoevsky's obscurity, blindness, the most sacred and precious of all things.

You ought to write my books. How can anybody do anything in three weeks? To do that one must be a god. God took a week to create the world. I take my hat off to him too. It's stupendous. Unbelievable. Let it stay that way.

Let us tell them the painful truth, that most of these works of art are about God, whom we never mention in polite society.

We who play the game of life so desperately for temporal stakes might be playing at love with God for higher stakes—our selves, and his. We play against one another for possessions, who might be playing with the King who stakes his throne and what is his against our lives and all we are: a game in which the more is lost, the more is won.

In Pakistan, you often find that a wife is Shia, the husband Sunni. And in the past this was never a problem, but now extremists want to divide us. Sufism and Sufi shrines play a very important role against this, by bridging Sunni and Shia. When someone asks me if I am Sunni or Shia I reply that like my saints I really do not care. It is irrelevant. I think only of the will of God.

Provas? Se houvesse, para que a fé? Um Deus que se poderia demonstrar seria um Deus?

Se não creio em Deus é também, e talvez principalmente, porque preferiria que ele existisse. É a aposta de Pascal, se quiserem, mas invertida. (...) Ora, Deus é tanto menos verossímil, parece-me, quanto mais é desejável: ele corresponde tão bem a nossos desejos mais fortes que é o caso de indagar se não o inventamos por isso.

Aren't you strong enough to walk alone? We must each of us find God by ourselves.

Seigneur, il m'apparaît parfois que j'ai besoin de son amour pour vous aimer!

Man is more interesting than men. God made him and not them in his image. Each one is more precious than all.

If I were to cry to Thee, my God, with the impulsive faith of a child and with the heavenly tongues of angels...

I took her hand trembling. Whatever I hope to become later is for you. But Jerome, I may leave you too. My soul went into my words: I shall never leave you. She raised her shoulders slightly: Aren't you strong enough to walk alone? We must each of us find God by ourselves.

Commandements de Dieu, vous avez rendu malade mon âme, / Vous avez entouré de murs les seuls eaux pour me désaltérer.

God exacted interest like a loanshark, you paid and kept paying and still He broke all yr bones, one Yom Kippur, at the beginning of her 30th year, God had written her name once again in the book of loss, Bertha Schneider, let her lose everything, God had written in that pedestrian prose of His. rub it in, pile it on, and let her eat cake, the kind wrapped in plastic, God had scratched in the margin.

I think God is really a ruthless artist and earth is an early draft. This draft was bad, overloaded with gratuitous cruelty. Love doesn't work. Pride is a sin. Nothing we do is right.

I had a big fight with God when I learned in Hebrew School that women couldn't go into the Temple when they had their periods because I got nine when I was in, I was an adult when I went to the movies alone in the Bible, and it hurt so terrible, so bad, and still did every month, and I couldn't think when anyone would need God more, and how could He keep me away and say awful things like that I was unclean when He gave you the thing.

Despite the fact that God lives in every soul, that every soul has the capacity to accumulate what is eternal and good, as a mass people can do nothing but destroy. For they have come together not in the name of an ideal, but simply for the sake of a material notion.

Despite the fact that God lives in every soul, that every soul has the capacity to accumulate what is eternal and good, as a mass people can do nothing but destroy. For they have come together not in the name of an ideal, but simply for the sake of a material notion. Mankind has hurried to protect the body (perhaps on the strength of that natural and unconscious gesture which served as the beginning of what is called progress) and has given no thought to protecting the soul.