All Quotes By Tag: God

“There are many problems which could only be solved by generations which are still to be born later. It’s only one way of many how God gives answers to human problems and prayers.”

“In Rwanda, one person’s God is another person’s Satan-Thérèse Nyirabayovu”

“Different states of consciousness project different images of God–loving or vengeful or jealous, energetic or terrifying, and different images of God affect the nature and quality of our response to God. . . . The image or idea of God as wrathful and jealous will have a different effect than the image or the idea of God as loving. Similarly, whether God is regarded as male or female will have a significant impact on the culture. (29)”

“I saw my real gods . . the gods of most men. Food, drink, and security in conformity.”

“Do you ever feel like we are the universe’s date to a pig party? Love, The Human Race”

“Your father is the only God. You can also become god but you must follow a simple rule and let that rule be made up of love.”

“S’il n’existait pas Dieu il faudrait l’inventer.” (If God did not exist he would have to be invented.)”

“I don’t believe in God. And I certainly don’t feel chosen.””I think you may be.”I smiled dubiously. “Thank you.””It is not meant as a compliment. Hazard makes you elect. You cannot elect yourself.”

“No, I thought, growing more rebellious, life has its own laws and it is for me to defend myself against whatever comes along, without going snivelling to God about sin, my own or other people’s. How would it profit a man if he got into a tight place, to call he people who put him there miserable sinners? Or himself a miserable sinner? I disliked the levelling aspect of this sinnerdom, it was like a cricket match played in a drizzle, where everybody had an excuse – and what a dull excuse! – for playing badly. Life was meant to test a man, bring out his courage, initiative, resource; and I longed, I thought, to be tested: I didn’t want to fall on my knees and call myself a miserable sinner. But the idea of goodness did attract me, for I did not regard it as the opposite of sin. I saw it as something bright and positive and sustaining, like the sunshine, something to be adored, but from afar.”

“As a child I had been taught to say my prayers at the start of every day, and so it did not seem an odd thing for me to stand out in the field and say “Oh God whatever happens today let it be under your perfect control.”

“(About changing faith) At our best, Christians embrace it, leaving enough space within orthodoxy for God to surprise us every now and then.”

“Those who attempt to search into the majesty of God will be overwhelmed with His Glory!”

“Trust in Him at all times, you people; pour out your heart before Him; God is a refuge for us. Selah”

“I suddenly knew that religion, God – something beyond everyday life – was there to be found, provided one is really willing. And I saw that though what I felt in the church was only imagination, it was a step on the way; because imagination itself can be a kind of willingness – a pretense that things are real, due to one’s longing for them. It struck me that this was somehow tied up with what the Vicar said about religion being an extension of art – and then I had a glimpse of how religion can really cure you of sorrow; somehow make use of it, turn it to beauty, just as art can make sad things beautiful. I found myself saying: ‘Sacrifice is the secret – you have to sacrifice things for art and it’s the same with religion; and then the sacrifice turns out to be a gain.’ Then I got confused and I couldn’t hold on to what I meant – until Miss Blossom remarked: ‘Nonsense, duckie – it’s prefectly simple. You lose yourself in something beyond yourself and it’s a lovely rest.’I saw that, all right. Then I thought: ‘But that’s how Miss Marcy cured her sorrow, too – only she lost herself in other people instead of in religion.’ Which way of life was best – hers or the Vicar’s? I decided that he loves God and merely likes the villagers, whereas she loves the villagers and merely likes God – and then I suddenly wondered if I could combine both ways, love God and my neighbor equally. Was I really willing to?”

“In my hands is power. The power to hear or to destroy. To grant life or to cause death. I revere this gift, have honed it over time an art as magnificent and awesome as any painting in the Louvre. I an art, I am science. In all ways that matter, I am God.God must be ruthless and far-sighted. God studies his creations and selects. The best of these creations must be cherished, protected, sustained. Greatness rewards perfection.Yet even the flawed have purpose. A wise God experiment, considers, uses what comes into his hands and forges wonders. Yes, often without mercy, often with a violence the ordinary condemn. We who hold power cannot be detracted by the condemnations of the ordinary, by the petty and pitiful laws of simple man. They are blind, their minds are closed with fear-fear of pain, fear of death. They are too limited to comprehend that death can be conquered. I have nearly done so. If my work was discovered, they, with their foolish laws and attitudes, would damn me.When my work is complete, they will worship me.”