Nietzsche About God Novels & Stories

Adavan is going through the same. "God will fix everything", that's all I can speak. "God?", he growls. "There's no God" My heart stops beating as he uttered that statement. He doesn't believe in God? My mouth falls open in shock. "Are you an atheist?", I blurt out. "Yes", he shrugs confidently. "If there was any God, I wouldn't be suffering like this for years"

“Death is part of our destiny. We, as humans, can never prevent it. Maybe God has another plan—one that’s far more beautiful—for you.” Nicolas furrowed his brow. The look in his eyes radiated deep curiosity about what I’d said. I gave a faint smile, then nodded slowly. “God is never cruel to us, son. God is very kind; it’s just that sometimes we don’t know how to be grateful…,” I paused for a moment, choosing my words carefully so they’d make sense to his young mind. “God is all-good. Everything in this world is His creation. So you mustn’t speak with such hatred again, okay?”

“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Chapter 80 “We can make it past! We just need to run quickly. We'd make it,” the man with ali, who from his voice I can identify as Uriel, one of the old ranch hands, counters, himself also coughing heavily. But I know there is a fat chance of this. One foot into that inferno, and we will all be roasted alive.

James’ words made Wynton’s lips tremble, but Wynton couldn’t refute him. Wynton was an intelligent and proud Sacred Spirit. He had his own versatility and complexity. He knew very well that James’ words had formed his own Daoism. And it was different from the Historial Daoism and Nine Daoisms he created. Wynton finally understood why James used such a cumbersome and futile method to resolve the Leere Tribulation. Gods could be heartless but cannot be aloof. Gods could be omnipotent but cannot be unbothered. Gods could be omnipresent but cannot be everywhere.

Arriving at the office he meditates on everything Tania told him and complements it with what Karina told him, “8 years ago 2 angels applauded, according to Tania they have more strength than any of the gods, even the 3 great ones of Olympus. In addition, in a matter of strength, those of Olympus beat all the rest of us in strength, except the Nordics, the important thing is to discover how it is possible that there are other children and from which gods they will be descendants, ”Julius begins to investigate, Since for them the word angel only meant purity, take a book, "let's see this book about world religions and beliefs," when Julius begins to read it, he notices an interesting topic, "

“I know enough,” Elior replied calmly. “Because the God who created heaven and earth knows you. And He sent me.” The fire between them crackled, sparks rising into the night. “There are many who call themselves gods,” Elior said, his voice steady and firm. “But they are nothing more than shadows and idols. False gods and powers that only borrow and imitate what they did not create. Only one God formed the heavens, the earth, and every living thing within them.”

At least He can strike a perfect deal that will still benefit HIM. “You do not need to think of that, holder of the sixth gate, Nate.” He somehow assures him. “And you are right, I am not God, but still, I am one.” He vaguely explains, yet Nate immediately understands everything. Catch the real meaning from His words, even though Nate’s mind is in a chaotic stance. But it is screaming at Him that He choose the right one to be provoked for a deal.

It's strange how I didn't realize he it. "Because she is." He sighs. "Please eat and then we can talk." I slowly obey him, taking a few seconds interval to look at him and then back at my food. "What kind of god are you, Nathan?" I pick the food in front of me. "You said that you would answer my questions, right, so here I am waiting for some answers." "And you didn't waste a second to jump into asking." I catch a small glimpse of his smirk before he says. "I am a god that manipulates time."

Natalia recounted her theory to both of them and they agreed that it made some form of sense, even if they couldn't figure out what was going on in their heads. "I've always known Uriel and Thiton were up to something but to think it's something of this scale, I'm a little surprised. I'm beginning to think that my title as God of wisdom is as useless as my existence in the first place." "Well, since I've basically done all the thinking for us, isn't it time you redeemed yourself?" Marvis and Amaika were shell shocked. Only Natalia could speak to a god like that. Quene took it in good faith and laughed.

his voice deepened, "hatred is like death: it does not sleep. It does not forget." He walked to the table and refilled his goblet. Raising it, he muttered as if to the air: "The world will soon see — the God of Tziyonia is no different from the broken and stone gods of Nyvarra, or the dead ones of Midras." Just then, a great thunder rolled across the sky. It did not crash with fury, but it groaned like a warning, like ancient stones grinding under the feet of giants. The windows trembled. The candle flickered.