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.

She adjusted her expression slightly, smiling as she said, "Everyone is being too kind. I merely did what I could. To earn Mr. Jonathan's acknowledgment is truly overwhelming." "But compared to the achievements of 'God', the founder of the 'Azure Star Foundation,' my little accomplishment is insignificant. If in this lifetime, I could meet this 'God', then tonight would be truly fulfilling." As the words settled, heads nodded throughout the crowd. "Indeed," someone murmured, "God is truly mysterious, wielding such immense wealth and magnanimity. Surely, not your average person, right?" "That's why they call him God, a figure akin to a deity. But for so many years, God has never shown up. Ton

“Actually, I don’t know anymore.” “Shh, you are only hurting. You’ll wake up fine tomorrow. Stop saying these things. Remember what you say can never be unsaid. All you need to do is pray.” “I haven’t prayed in a long time. It’s too late now. God, will never want me back.” “Nonsense! No time is too late. Any time is tea-time with God. Come, let us pray.” Gibson was glad he managed to talk Bowman out of negativity that evening. He hoped that the next day would be different.

"Now be quiet and don't interrupt anymore." "It could help you, Lara," spoke Marco. "It's what's helped me throughout all these years of sobriety. I always cling to this prayer." "Ah, I don't believe in God, none of that stuff, you know. If I believed there really was a God, I'd tell him to go fuck himself. I mean, I can say that, right, guys? After all, we live in a democracy." Clara stood up and pulled the girl by the arm, making her stand up with her, but the girl wouldn't stop talking!

He was also staring outside, at the day sky that was bleeding into nightfall, and he didn't answer when his name was called. "I've long been wondering one thing to myself…" A soft sigh rang from the old director, followed by a statement that had hints of sorrow and self-mockery. "Life is really full of irony and lies…. People believe in gods, revering them as embodiments of sacredness and hope…Yet they didn't know that to become a god, one had to embark on a path that is not only full of thorns, but coated with blood, betrayal, sadness, immorality, depravity, and sins… Still, for these common people, gods are not only immortal, but holy... Don't you think it is so ironic?"