Novel & Cerita Quotes About Dear God

they cheer enthusiastically, throwing me a smile so bright you could see it from space. With a simple push of my fingers, I shut my front door while keeping my attention on my unapproved houseguest. “I’m sorry, is there a big neon sign above my door that says, ‘God Hostel’ and no one told me?” I quip sarcastically. They throw their head back and laugh, “You really are a delight, but what makes you think I’m a God?” they ask slyly. “If it walks like a God and talks like a God, then it’s probably a pain in my ass,” I say indignantly, crossing my arms over my chest.

“That’s good then, right? A lot of people turn to God when they're going through something difficult.” I shook my head, “No. I am so angry at God. I’m trying to understand how God can be so damn cruel. Not just Julliette. Like baptizing, for example. Why do we believe people are born inherently bad? Babies that aren’t baptized go to hell if they die. Why let kids die anyway? And wars? I mean… There can’t be a god out there, right? If he were, he would be such an asshole.”

so now he already constructed a big sanctuary for him, they couldn't believe what their eyes just saw My prince, you can't just come up with a mere image and just want us to worship him just that is not proper at all and your image can't even guide or protect this our nation at all And as for me and my family will never worship this useless and powerless image that you called god even your god can't show himself, your god can't even defend you as I'm talking to you right away Are you sure your god can even save us all in times of trouble? To hell with your god, and I have said it already I will never worship or serve your deity

"Friends? " "No one. " "You're arranging a conclusive statement that you've been always low and depressed in your self. " "Partly. " "Pardon? " "I'm sick of your kind. The catholics, the moral nuns of this world. The bill gates who think they owe the world for getting so rich. The cry for love, and therapy and brotherly care. " "What's wrong with whats galt doing? What's wrong with brotherly love? "

She did not know who God of War Is Here was, and she even did not know what he planned to do. If he was the same kind of person as Marcellus, she was going to suffer. Luckily, God of War Is Here was not like Marcellus. After a long silence, God of War Is Here sent his first comment. [Moon, please feel free to sing. Don’t be affected by anyone. I’ll protect you.] [Dang! Bro, you’re amazing!] [Pfft! Where’s Marcellus now? Didn’t he brag about being rich? Did he become deaf after a real bigwig showed up? Come out now!]

"No. Nothing worth having is ever simple or easy. But I think God gives us the will to move mountains-" "If only I had the faith of a mustard seed." He chewed on his lip for just a second before responding. "I think you have the fire and grit to prove everyone wrong." I let out the deepest laugh, and it rattled my entire body. It hurt in the best possible way. But even through the grimace and the pain, I couldn't help but giggle as I talked. "No one has ever used the word grit to describe any part about me. Miranda, yes; me, absolutely not."

"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."

“One miracle at a time Figila. You already got your billionaire back. Do not ask too much of God without giving him anything in return to show your gratitude. Give him thanks for the gifts he has already bestowed on you.” Amber chuckled at the irony of her father. It seemed a drug dealer in a gang, no doubt a killer to boot, was giving her advice about God. But stranger things had happened after all. And maybe her father was more attuned with God than she was. Maybe he was onto something, he had survived a life on the streets this long somehow, perhaps because of divine intervention.

“Tell me, are you afraid?” Trisha looked confused as to what the man was talking about as they had their secret conversation. Maria only held his hands, placing the right hand on top of his, covering it. “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, whom shall I fear?” She quoted as a response, patting his hands. “I know who I worship and it’s not earthly things.” She released his hands as her granddaughter, Trisha asked her what that was about as they walked off. The corner of Gabriel’s mouth tugged up. After the worst of the worst with Deacon Ellis and The Pastor, he needed someone that would give him hope. It would be the worst if an Angel lost faith in humanity too.

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.”