Blind Faith Synonym Novels & Stories

“They believe in you.” I glance at him. “There’s a difference?” “Yes,” he says softly. “Trust can break. Belief is harder to kill.” The moon rises—whole and bright. I lift my chin, letting its light wash over me. “Varik thinks he’s hunting a weakness,” I say. Liam’s voice is steady beside me. “He’s wrong.” “Yes,” I agree. “He’s hunting a storm.” The bond flares—strong, certain. Whatever comes next, we will face it together.

The words echoed over and over, trying to shatter my long-shattered faith. I hugged my knees tighter, my body trembling softly. I know I shouldn't be drowning in fear, but when loneliness engulfs me like this, the defenses I've built seem to crumble bit by bit. I want to believe in Liam, I want to believe in the small family we can still build. But that trust is fragile, like thin glass that can shatter with the slightest touch.

“It’s only a matter of time.” Something in me twisted violently. A tear dropped. “No way in hell,” I hushed weakly. “I’m amazed sometimes,” he snickered, “at your blind faith. You clearly trust people a lot, sometimes beyond logic.” “Because people can be trusted,” I shot back, but my voice wasn’t as firm as I wanted. “How naive,” he chuckled. “Your faith in them is admirable.” “What did you do?” I frowned, heart thudding within my chest.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

I said: because I believe in what you do the way you have always believed in what I do. I said: you believed in my surgery before I understood what I had. You came to the OR and you paid attention and you understood what the work meant, not just the technique, the meaning. You drew the heart the way you drew it because you understood what the heart was doing, not just what it looked like. That is belief. That is the specific quality of attention that constitutes believing in something.

"How do I know if I can trust him again?" "You do not. Trust is not knowledge. It is faith. It is choosing to believe someone will do better. Will be better. Even knowing they might fail." Mae smiled. "So ask yourself. Do I have faith in Colt Richardson? Do I believe he can change? Do I want to take that risk?" "What if I am wrong? What if he lies again? What if he breaks my heart again?"

"He blames me, he outright said it again, I’m just so lonely, my body feels like a ghost town." "Listen to me," Amanda said, her voice firm, anchoring me. "You are not a ghost town. You are a stunning, brilliant woman, and we are going to fix this. You need space to breathe. Don't chase him. In fact, tomorrow morning, I'm coming over.” I wiped my cheek, a faint, fragile smile touching my lips. Amanda always knew how to build me back up when the world stripped me bare. She was my armor. "Okay," I whispered. "Thank you, Amanda. Truly. I don't know what I'd do without you."

“The most important thing between a husband and wife is trust! “Hubby, even if you had tricked others, there’s no way that you would trick me. I shouldn't have doubted your eyesight.” The man’s eyes squinted slightly as his deep voice started to tighten for some reason. “What else?” “I shouldn’t have rejected your offer to carry me… “Although other blind men might not be able to maneuver their wheelchair while carrying me without causing an incident, you’re so amazing, Hubby. You’re not the same as the others! “I shouldn’t have doubted you!” In the night breeze, the young woman’s voice was as clear as silver bells as they knocked against the chamber of Elijah’s heart again and again.

“When I tell you, you can’t back out. I want blind faith from you.” Sammy sit there burning with curiosity but uncertain if she should agree with him. He was unpredictable. Her foolish plan also has no structure. The image of her as a headless chicken flirted through her mind anew. Always such a structured lifestyle now she found herself in a maze of her own doing, really not certain which was the right way. “Why so silent, gypsy?” his tone held a challenge. “I am reviewing the facts that I don’t trust you. However I am curious as to what you might have on your mind. Then again, giving another person blind faith is a risky business.”

She waited for her to respond, the curiousness within her soul arising. "Yes, and I believe in Him..." Leo replied, she pointed her head and shifted into her heart, "Knowing is simply in the mind while believing is in the heart, it could lead to trusting Him, that means faith." "Okay, tell me more about it." Her low voice would make anyone think she's whispering. Mace heavily breathed and gazed onto the beautiful sky, she momentarily locked her eyes and mumbled a prayer. "God, I know you will never put to shame those who long to please your heart. This hour, let her see You in me."