Synonym For Blind Faith Novels & Stories

he said. His words were hitting me so hard, but I was not in the position to do all that, I could not protect him, I could not be around him and be his eyes. He needed someone better, stronger, someone he could trust wholeheartedly. We were strangers. It's just been twenty-four hours. What does being his eyes mean? I have to be with him all the time and see things he didn't see. He would only believe anything I tell him if I were his eyes. That's a lot of trust to put on a stranger.

Faint, but present. You feel it too,he said. “Yes,” I replied. “It’s like the world is holding its breath.” Worse,he said. It’s deciding it doesn’t need us. That hurt more than the bond’s ache. “Gods survive on belief,” I said softly. “Not power. Not age. Belief.” And fear,Kieran added. I exhaled slowly. “Fear lasts longer than faith.” Until it turns,he replied. The child cut in. It already has.

“She is what you feared her to be. A scale that tips only when the world forces its weight upon her.” The High Cleric’s knuckles whitened around his staff. “This balance is blasphemy. There is no place in the Light for those who serve two powers.” Seraphina rose to her feet. Her palms were red and raw, but her voice was steady. “Then perhaps the Light has grown too small for the world it claims to protect.” Gasps filled the room. Adrian’s eyes widened. “Seraphina, stop.” She turned to him, her tone calm. “You fear what you cannot name. That is not faith, Adrian. That is cowardice.”

People were calling me a plagiarist and were attacking me on every social media platform I had. Additionally, the number one trending topic was #GenuisPaintressLeahRivers. It turned out Skyler had spent a fortune to make Leah's art show a trending topic. People were singing her praises in the comments and calling her an art prodigy. I tapped on the hashtag and looked at photos of Leah's art show. Due to my blurred vision, I stared at them for a long time until my left eye became sore. That was when I saw that most of her work, including the details and inspiration, were blatant copies of my work. Yet, everyone thought she was the victim.

There are days when I wonder what the world around me looks like, what the prey I eat looks like, I even wonder what my mate looks like but I'll never ask because I know that although I am blind and most likely odd looking I will never stand alone. For I am blinded but not deaf, I am blinded but not alone, I am blinded and I will always have a place within this world.

"Well, yes, but they've taken something that someone said at one time and twisted it to their way of thinking?" She grew quiet, and he could see twenty years of teaching fighting for control. Faith was smart, and he had not pegged her as a blind follower of the blind. She didn't disappoint him. "We just take it on faith." By the look in her eyes, he could see she had trouble swallowing the cliché.

“Well, if she hadn’t run away… yes.” “Baby,” Adrian said softly, his thumb stroking my cheek, “I love you. But throw away that blind faith you have in them. Lose those rose-tinted glasses and see them for who they really are. Think about how you lived there, like a shadow. They are not the saints you think they are.” “But how would you know?” I searched his eyes. “Why do you have such strong opinions about them?” “Trust me, mi amor.” His voice dropped, low and heavy with meaning as he held my gaze. “I know just enough. And soon you will be in the know too.”

"What if my father is correct? What if we're just traumatised and too psychologically wounded to recognise it? "Then let's sort things out together. And if we feel our relationship is unhealthy, we will make the necessary changes. But Grace, what if your father is mistaken? What if we're two people that met during a crisis and decided to create something real despite the circumstances? "How would we know for sure?" "We wouldn’t. That is what faith is: choosing to believe in something you cannot verify. Grace rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "I've never been good at faith."

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“On the contrary. I speak like a man who knows what it is to lose.” Something inside me eased, but only for a second. “Then why warn me? Why make me doubt him more?” “Because faith built on blindness breaks,” Elias said. “And you cannot save Kael if you do not understand what he is.” Save Kael. Do not fear him. Not run from him. Save him. The idea struck my chest like light through darkness. I whispered, “I don’t know if I can.” “Yes,” Elias said, “you do.”