Quotes About Dear God Mga Nobela at Kwento

I snorted, "when I am in heaven smiling at you while you are begging on your knees in hell." He chuckles at my words and in the next second, he is holding me by the collar of my clothes. "Oh you think you can go to your heaven?" he menacingly asks. "Yes, because your moon goddess is not even close to anything as my creator" I retorted. "So naïve and so stupid. You think your God will be here to save you" he shouted at me. "He will because my God is a God of so many things that you pitiful creature are not" I spat back holding his gaze.

My stomach seems to burn with nausea, but I choose to keep my face in a cold mask of stupid courage. "Because every God needs to experience death to be worthy of what he deserves, love. "Jonathan makes a head movement to keep up with the threat implicit in the words, sounding darker than I remembered it could be. "That doesn't make me feel any gratitude for what you did, if you want to know.”

“You're not listening to me, idiot.” He paused from kissing me: “What do you want me to say? That God is a crotchety old man? You've already met Metatron.” “Tell me the truth.” “There is none.” “I knew there wasn't a God.” “No, maggot. I mean there is no one answer.” “See?” I said, throwing the remote to the other end of the couch. He ducked so it avoided his head. “That's the problem with religion. It's not peer-reviewed. You can't verify it through experimentation.”

It isn’t in my nature to be rude, but I don’t want to encourage some weirdo. “Wow, in just a few days, I’ve gone from being a God to you to being told to piss off. How the mighty have fallen.” I drop my phone as if I’ve been burned. “No way.” Lucian Quinn is texting me? This has to be some kind of joke, but who else would know what he is saying? Tentatively, I type: “Lucian?” “Unless you’ve met another God this week.” Oh, my God! I try not to question the excitement coursing through my veins as my phone chimes again almost immediately.

"What about it? Does it matter what God am I? I will grant your desire." "I am not sure what I desire the most." "Not sure?" frustration flared through him. "No human can hesitate like that, dear." My sigh forms another visible cloud. Still, I have doubts to believe such a thing happens to me today. My voice quivers at the edge of laughter until I can no longer contain it. By the slightest reminder, the pain in the back of my mind comes forward, and as much as I tried to hold it in, the painful memories and scars I've been keeping for so long came out.

Thank God. “You fucking bastard!”

Those sensible flats, as reliable and well-worn as her wisdom. “Do unto others as you would have them do unto yourself,” she told her grandkids, their round, innocent faces staring up at her. “And those aren’t my words.” It was one of her recycled lines, one that left her feeling a little flat, a little well-worn herself. Though she sometimes spoke His words, she didn’t give a flying fuck about God anymore. Still, a large, garish crucifix hung around her neck.

"Dear God, I don't know if you have been warned, but your name is in several quotes in this book. We, the crazy humans, write, and all the people you made in your image continue to believe that this garbage is real "he recited in a melancholic and soft tone, looking down, focused on the fingers that played the guitar. "Well, I know that nothing in the holy book is true, and so are you, dear God. So, I must say, I don't believe in you, God.”

"I will stand this life...Yes, I will. This second chance that God gave me...I'll treasure it. Oh God if you wanted to give me something. Just give me some clothes first! Your this rich and now I'll get no shirt? How useless are you?!" "You really pitied this handsome right? Haha... I know! I know! You are not going to leave me in this smelly place, right? This place is yuck! The smell is shit! And this place is so dark! Whose who ever heard this! I swear to God that I would kill this bastard and I will kill him to death! I would even strangle him to this shit! Fuck that guy!" Afar from the scene... "I think Shit God finished the food already."

even if others say that our family is rich, but it is still undeniable that this couple is richer. "What are you doing here?" he asked while busy signing the papers on his desk Sad. He didn't even make an effort to stare at the goddess who came. can someone tell me what is the problem with people today? Don't they know how to appreciate gods like me who do nothing but visit and greet them? I managed to walk to the sofa and lay down "Ignoring me might bring you to seven years of curse" that's what I read posted on facebook newsfeed "As if I'm afraid of what you're saying"