Blind Faith Synonym Novels & Stories

"Let me stay here with you." Faith sighed as her eyes drifted toward the endless golden horizon. "There are things bigger than you and me, Gracie," she said softly, as though she were speaking to both the wind and her sister. "Things we don't always understand. But listen to me... don't trust your heart the way I trusted mine." "What do you mean?" Grace blinked, confused. Faith turned her gaze back to her and replied. "The heart is a beautiful liar. It tells you what you want to feel, not what you need to hear. I let mine blind me, and I paid for it. But you... you still have time to choose differently."

He had been thinking about the library and he had been thinking about belief. The building must believe in the people before they believe in themselves. And then, without transition, without deciding to think about it, the question: what do I believe about Adrian? Not in the suspicious register — that register had been gone for two years, had dissolved in the accumulating evidence of the daily choosing. Not what he thought about Adrian, not what he knew about Adrian, not what he felt about Adrian. What did he believe? The word in its specific weight, its irreducible and non-provisional register. Not the contingent. They settled.

“Synestra, I told you I want to be with you but I will not be your second choice. If you are ever ready to choose me, I will be here waiting for you. If not, then I will always be your friend. Now why don't I fix you some tea while you tell me where you have been for the last two weeks.” I grabbed him by the hand before he could walk to the kitchen. “You may need to sit down for this. It sounds crazy but I need you to believe me.” I looked into his eyes trying to convey the truth and hoping he would believe me. “Syn, I trust you completely. I would believe elephants could fly if you told me it was true.” he held my hand in his staring into my eyes so deeply I felt like he could see my soul.

I saw a cruel smile forming on her lips, making my heart go still with dread of what was about to comes whatever it is I already know can't be good for me, I prepared my heart for the another blow, one among the countless to come. " Believe you? Yeah sure" she said with heavy sarcasm. "Why is that? Have you given me any reason to believe you. You may mean what you said now, but as soon as things won't go in your favour you will go back at your words, that is what happened in the past and I have no reason to believe that won't happen in the future. So sorry when I say I don't believe you and never will...we are nothing more than familiar strangers, trust is a heavy thing to insert in such kin

As I am currently seated, I am experiencing a deep emotional pain within my heart due to my fervent wish that Kade will undergo a transformation in his feelings and thoughts. As I gazed into his eyes, he spoke with a deep sense of sincerity and conviction, making a solemn vow that he held a deep and abiding love for me. Despite the possibility that Blake may also claim to hold the truth, I continue to maintain an unshakable belief in him. My conviction remains steadfast as I cling to the expectation that he is the only one who possesses the genuine truth.

“Liviana-“ She doesn’t listen, cutting him off before he can even try to explain himself or warn her off. “What, you don’t trust me now, either?” Finally, he spins around, insisting, “No, I didn’t say that. Do not put words in my mouth, Liviana.” “What else would that mean, Blaze?” She pressed, eyes sharp as they stared daggers. “If you can’t believe me, then obviously, you don’t trust me.” “For the love of God- I didn’t say that!” he echoes, like saying it for a second time would make it more believable.

"Sheep are brainless animals, Mother. They'll follow one another over the side of a cliff unless someone stops them. Do you ever wonder why you are called to be a brainless animal?" "It is called faith, Faith. God directs our lives, and we follow." "Even if he leads you over a cliff?" Selby was not a sheep. Faith's mother called him a wolf and Faith his meal. Faith preferred her husband's free thinking to the rote conversation of people who talked of doing good but never actually did anything. "The car is loaded, love," Selby said as he came in. He wore a Hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts and flip-flops. Dark narrow sunglasses rested on his head, ready to be pushed down over his eyes.

His own eyes shimmered with emotion as he stared back at me. In a voice filled with sincerity, Blake spoke softly, his words carrying a profound weight. "I can't promise you that I'll put an end to all your troubles," he began, his voice tinged with a touch of vulnerability, "but I can promise you this: I'll be your strength. I'll stand beside you, unwavering, and I'll never let you face this world alone."

Not in the way I believed it before, not the naive belief of a woman who had not yet been tested, who thought belief was a position you took rather than a thing you arrived at after the route had gone badly and you had walked back to the destination a different way. I believe it the way I believe in the silver trees outside the window of the room where my daughter sleeps. The way I believe in the sound of Adrian's footsteps down the hall, which I can identify in my sleep. The way I believe in my own hands, which are stronger than they were, which have learned what they can build and what they can hold.

“No.” “You did not invoke.” “No.” “And yet life returned.” “Yes.” The silence stretches, dense and dangerous, not hostile, but heavy with implication. “That is impossible,” he says at last. “I know.” Something shifts in him. Not revelation, but recalibration. As if the shape of the world moved half an inch and he felt it. “You acted believing yourself alone,” he says slowly. “I was,” I reply. His gaze sharpens. “Belief,” he says, “is not the same as truth.”