Quotes About Dear God Novels & Stories

Evolução The word appeared not once, not twice, but at least a score of times around the room, in various shapes and sizes, with and without the accent marks, each instance as memory-stirring, in the most primal sense, as the next. Tomorrow we live again —was another phrase repeated multiple times as I moved among the room’s mysteries. As was the startling— It is her hour —with the pronoun emphatically underscored. Other one-liners, less liberally represented, included, Entropy does not know nobility and Self-deceit shall rule no more. Another rhyme, seemingly a continuation of the one over the bed, demanded particular attention— Tick-tock, tick-tock, comes the third twin Dehumanizing God, d

“Me? No. Well, maybe part-time. I’m the god whose name you call out when you hit your thumb with a hammer and there’s no one around to blame. The punching bag god.” The atmosphere changed. The chill evaporated. “That’s not the worst of it,” said the Golden God. “You tell them what they need to do for a happy life, and they do the exact opposite. Then you think maybe they would make better choices with better information, so you tell them everything they could possibly need to make an informed decision, and do they?” If you’ve never heard gods snort with derision, I can tell you it’s very similar to the sound a girl makes when you tell her the ridiculously expensive moisturising cream she lik

Chloe asked "That's bullshit. I don't believe in God. God is only made to appease the weak, silly, and those who can't keep up with this world. If there really is a God then where is he? Why doesn't he save you all? Why I'm the one who should save you all and not him? Where is he right now when you need him the most?" I said

Needless to say, I never sped while she was in the car with me ever again after that. Let’s see, what else . . . oh yes! This is a good one! It’s actually kinda sweet . . . well . . . in a properly morbid Sarah kinda way . . . I’m sure you’ve probably noticed she replaces the word ‘god’ with ‘porcupine’—as in, ‘porcupinedamn it!’ Or, ‘Oh, for porcupine’s sake’! You probably just assumed it was a response to her extreme-antireligious philosophy, but there’s more to it than that.

Luka pov I follow Fenton’s steps, but I can’t stop his words from echoing in my mind. I know he’s talking about something, possibly explaining important details, but I can’t force myself to pay attention. Than claimed God is dead, and here is this man claiming God is lost. Not only that, apparently, God is a she. If I thought our life was messed up earlier, now, it seems like an entire rollercoaster ride. A wild one with loops and surprises no one could predict.

"Ahh, every megalomaniac's wet dream, you wanted to play God." "I am a god." "Oh yeah, which one?" "The one." He all but bellowed. "Yeah? So was Ahura Mazda but we haven't heard fuck all from him in centuries." "You dare?" Now he's frothing at the mouth, this is like a bad as fuck B movie. I'm expecting the crazy fuck doll to come out of the woodwork any minute now.

I smile, wondering how I bagged this man so quickly and now I have him wrapped around my little finger. 'The Gods work in mysterious ways to bring two lost souls together.' I quickly ponder to myself. "I don't like to play games. You see, Don Valentino, the real power is when you seize what you want. It's like the infamous line out of the: Dead Poets Society movie.” I jump off the basin cabinet, taking off my bra as I stand before him bare-naked as the day I was born. “Carpe Diem,” I say breathlessly as I snake my arms around his neck. “Seize the day,”

ME— Bullshit. “Faith?” I sneered at Bobby. “Faith in what? That God made me crippled like this only to send some half-wit bullshit artist to ‘heal me’ for His greater glory? Just like that Bastard hit Mom with a fucking drunk driver so He could show us His ‘greater glory’ and ‘grace?’ It’s bullshit, Bobby. Either it’s all lies, God doesn’t exist and we ended up like this by accident and Mom got killed because life just sucks, or God made us like this and killed Mom just so He could prove how fucking awesome He is. Fuck that, Bobby. If that’s His deal, if that’s the ‘faith’ I gotta have to get ‘healed’ . . . no thanks.”

god" is better, but you've forgotten something very important, Quinn.” “And what’s that, boss?" Quinn suddenly pulls a gun out of his back pocket and points it at Jacob. “To watch my back? I think I already got that covered, thank you.” Surprisingly, Jacob doesn't look at all fazed by the gun aimed at his head. In fact, he chooses that very moment to smile as he takes his seat and crosses his hands over his legs in the most relaxed way possible. ”Nie versuchen Gott," he says. “I’m sorry boss but I don’t really care for German right now,” says Quinn and puts his hand on the trigger.

he said weakly. "Hmm?" "I don't believe in God," he began. He did not believe in God. It's just in the human brain. It’s just an imagination. “But I prayed you from Him. I can’t thank God enough for you the way He answered my prayers. The way He brought you to me when I least expected. Damn! My drama. ” “Fender…” He hugged her even tighter behind her. "You make me cry." He faced it and hugged it tightly. He could see the tears dripping from her beautiful eyes so he kissed her. “The speed you cry. You still have not changed."