Synonym For Blind Faith Novels & Stories

“When I tell you, you can’t back out. I want blind faith from you.” Sammy sit there burning with curiosity but uncertain if she should agree with him. He was unpredictable. Her foolish plan also has no structure. The image of her as a headless chicken flirted through her mind anew. Always such a structured lifestyle now she found herself in a maze of her own doing, really not certain which was the right way. “Why so silent, gypsy?” his tone held a challenge. “I am reviewing the facts that I don’t trust you. However I am curious as to what you might have on your mind. Then again, giving another person blind faith is a risky business.”

Faith assumed he was trying to tell her he had great faith in her to help the situation, and that she could be the missing piece in coordinating peace. As they reached the elevator, Keegan apologised and made Faith wear a blindfold. It was mildly unsettling, but she knew she did not have a choice. She guessed they were simply making sure she did not have the means to escape in the dead of night. Keegan had his arm around Faith, leading her through the corridors somewhat awkwardly. Faith didn't feel like she could melt into his touch – no, only William had that effect on her. After five minutes of walking, they stopped and she could hear Keegan fiddling around with something, before a heavy m

FAITH Blaze’s eyes widened, his body going rigid, his face flushing. My heart pounded, my chest tightening, my fingers curling against the cold doorknob. I could feel his eyes on me, his gaze heavy, intense, burning. His lips parted, his breath hitching, his shoulders tensing. “Faith… do you… do you know what you are saying?” I looked up at him, my chest tightening, my heart fluttering, my lips curving into a small, defiant smile. “Yeah. I know exactly what I’m saying.”

, Faith pleaded. "So you need to look at your words, and swear, I am not lying, I will gain you no matter what it will take," He was staring into her eyes and she was swallowing down her fear. "I don't believe in your God, and don't let me get into this rubbish", he said but Faith wanted to ask a question. "Then whom you believe?" she asks and he wide his eyes on her. " Whom I believe?" First, he grins, and then he stares deep into her eyes.

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

it's you I want to tell) Menm si montay yo ta vinn pi fò kem pap sote paske mknnen w faithful. (Even if the mountains become stronger, I am not afraid! For my God is faithful) Bondye or fidèl or pa janm pa la. Nan nenpot sa mye map fèw confyans paskem konnen wap aji. (Good God, You are faithful. You are always there, in everything I experience, I trust in you because I know that you will act)

My vision grew blurry, and tears kept falling as I slowly wrote, "Mom, I really love you. I really am in pain. Why won't you believe me? Can you believe me just this once, Mom?" The moment I finished writing my last word, the pain in my stomach suddenly vanished. The feeling was replaced by a strange lightness I had never felt before. It felt like I had become weightless, and I was slowly floating upward. Looking down, I saw myself slumped over the desk. My hand hung in mid-air, and I was perfectly still. The collar around my neck was still flashing red nonstop. Oh, I was already dead. But… I still didn't know how to be an honest child.

You're left so alone that you can't explain. You've got to dance like there's nobody watching, love like you'll never be hurt, sing like there's nobody listening, and live like it's Heaven on earth. Well, do I believe in that faint breath of a word that is called a miracle? It will take me some more convincing, but what has just happened is rather a good start. Is this hope? Is this faith? Yes, accept it.

She heard Blaire’s instruction in her head. Faith exhaled loudly and opened her eyes. Her eyes focused on the red pot, “Don’t search for accuracy,” Blaire whispered in her ear. “Blink, remove those tears – they don’t belong in your eyes.” Faith followed Blaire’s instructions. Faith was very aware that Blaire wasn’t there, but still – she was imagining her around herself. She inhaled and gritted her teeth together.

“I’m just supposed to take your word for it?” “You are.” “I don’t trust you!” I yelled. “And that’s okay. But you are my son, and I would never hurt you.” “How the hell can I trust that?” Weston sighed and leaned back in his chair, shrugging slightly. “Blind faith?” “Blind faith is probably what killed our dad,” I snarled, causing Weston to glance away. “Does that even matter to you?” I inquired, watching as he turned to me, appearing shocked.