Believe

But they only watched him, like obedient children taken to see a magician in whom they have grown too old to believe.

We believe that we may meet again in a time to come, and perhaps we shall find somewhere a land where we can live together and both be content.

It’s humorous.” Anthor did not remove the skepticism from his face, “You honestly believe this theory, Dr. Darell?” “I honestly believe it.” “Then any of our neighbors, any man we pass in the street might be a Second Foundation superman, with his mind watching yours and feeling the pulse of its thoughts.” “Exactly.” “And we have been permitted to proceed all this time, without molestation?” “Without molestation?

“Did your Voice advise it?” Joan merely answered placidly: “I believe my Voice gave me good advice.” It was all that could be got out of her, so the questions wandered to other matters, and finally to her first meeting with the King at Chinon.

You are safe from me.” “There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.” “And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.” “And yours,” he replied with a smile, “is wilfully to misunderstand them.” “Do let us have a little music,”—cried Miss Bingley, tired of a conversation in which she had no share.

We Bokononists believe that humanity is organized into teams, teams that do God’s Will without ever discovering what they are doing.

“It’s full of phonies, and all you do is study so that you can learn enough to be smart enough to be able to buy a goddam Cadillac some day, and you have to keep making believe you give a damn if the football team loses, and all you do is talk about girls and liquor and sex all day, and everybody sticks together in these dirty little goddam cliques.

You would do well to remember that.” “I am lord commander because my brothers chose me.” There were mornings when Jon Snow did not quite believe it himself, when he woke up thinking surely this was some mad dream.

VIII “O Isabella, I can half perceive That I may speak my grief into thine ear; If thou didst ever anything believe, Believe how I love thee, believe how near My soul is to its doom: I would not grieve Thy hand by unwelcome pressing, would not fear Thine eyes by gazing; but I cannot live Another night, and not my passion shrive.

Would you believe it, I have literally not a penny and don’t know how to equip Borís.” She took out her handkerchief and began to cry.

Believe in me and I'll believe in you, Fran She signed her name with her customary flamboyant/comic scrawl, so it took up half of the remaining white space on the notesheet.

Why wouldn’t you go?” “Because,” said Mr. Lorry, “I wouldn’t go on such an object without having some cause to believe that I should succeed.” “D—n me!” cried Stryver, “but this beats everything.” Mr. Lorry glanced at the distant House, and glanced at the angry Stryver.

It is shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult.

They want to turn you into someone nobody will believe.

And a puzzle is for the piecing together, especially for the young, who still believe it can be done.

He would weep for hours together, and I verily believe that to the very end this spoiled child of life thought his weak tears in some way efficacious.

They say that people who are near death die generally at the change to the dawn or at the turn of the tide; anyone who has when tired, and tied as it were to his post, experienced this change in the atmosphere can well believe it.

XXV What Fortune Can Effect in Human Affairs and How to Withstand Her It is not unknown to me how many men have had, and still have, the opinion that the affairs of the world are in such wise governed by fortune and by God that men with their wisdom cannot direct them and that no one can even help them; and because of this they would have us believe that it is not necessary to labour much in affairs, but to let chance govern them.

Marija listened with sympathy; it was easy to believe the tale of his late starvation, for his face showed it all.

And here, heroic youth, ’tis here I must To thy immortal memory be just, And sing an act so noble and so new, Posterity will scarce believe ’tis true.

“Echolalia, Bruce--” “Okay, Bruce,” the manager said, and shut the cabin door behind him, thinking, I believe I'll put him among the carrots.

And yours isn’t there!” “Then what is?” “Nothing.” “Let’s have a look,” said Eeyore, and he turned slowly round to the place where his tail had been a little while ago, and then, finding that he couldn’t catch it up, he turned round the other way, until he came back to where he was at first, and then he put his head down and looked between his front legs, and at last he said, with a long, sad sigh, “I believe you’re right.” “Of course I’m right,” said Pooh.

For while Copernicus has persuaded us to believe, contrary to all the senses, that the earth does not stand fast, Boscovich has taught us to abjure the belief in the last thing that “stood fast” of the earth—the belief in “substance,” in “matter,” in the earth-residuum, and particle-atom: it is the greatest triumph over the senses that has hitherto been gained on earth.

The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven.

“Once for all,” shouted Pinocchio in a rage, “may I know, you ill-educated Parrot, what you are laughing at?” “I am laughing at those simpletons who believe in all the foolish things that are told them, and who allow themselves to be entrapped by those who are more cunning than they are.” “Are you perhaps speaking of me?” “Yes, I am speaking of you, poor Pinocchio—of you who are simple enough to believe that money can be sown and gathered in fields in the same way as beans and gourds.

“She’s done it twice.” “I don’t believe it.” “Well,” I said, “don’t ask me a lot of fool questions if you don’t like the answers.” “I didn’t ask you that.” “You asked me what I knew about Brett Ashley.” “I didn’t ask you to insult her.” “Oh, go to hell.” He stood up from the table his face white, and stood there white and angry behind the little plates of hors d’œuvres.

The priests of the present day profess to believe it.

"Other knights serve the lords who keep them, or from whom they hold their lands, but we serve where we will, for men whose causes we believe in.. Every knight swears to protect the weak and innocent, but we keep the vow best, I think."

Believe me, to seek a quarrel with a man is a bad method of pleasing the woman who loves that man.

Believe this heartily, and go to God with all your little cares, and hopes, and sins, and sorrows, as freely and confidingly as you come to your mother.” Jo’s only answer was to hold her mother close, and, in the silence which followed, the sincerest prayer she had ever prayed left her heart without words; for in that sad, yet happy hour, she had learned not only the bitterness of remorse and despair, but the sweetness of self-denial and self-control; and, led by her mother’s hand, she had drawn nearer to the Friend who welcomes every child with a love stronger than that of any father, tenderer than that of any mother.

Would you believe it, I sat here eating my dinner and was nearly ordering champagne to celebrate my first hour of freedom.

I suppose you’ll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!” “I have tasted eggs, certainly,” said Alice, who was a very truthful child; “but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.” “I don’t believe it,” said the Pigeon; “but if they do, why then they’re a kind of serpent, that’s all I can say.” This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, “You’re looking for eggs, I know that well enough; and what does it matter to me whether you’re a little girl or a serpent?” “It matters a good deal to me,” said Alice hastily; “but I’m not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn’t want yours: I don’t like them raw.” “Well, be off, then!” said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled down again into its nest.

We, who do not believe what these women believe, but who, like them, live by faith—we have never been able to think without a sort of tender and religious terror, without a sort of pity, that is full of envy, of those devoted, trembling and trusting creatures, of these humble and august souls, who dare to dwell on the very brink of the mystery, waiting between the world which is closed and heaven which is not yet open, turned towards the light which one cannot see, possessing the sole happiness of thinking that they know where it is, aspiring towards the gulf, and the unknown, their eyes fixed motionless on the darkness, kneeling, bewildered, stupefied, shuddering, half lifted, at times, by the deep breaths of eternity.

You see children know such a lot now, they soon don’t believe in fairies, and every time a child says, ‘I don’t believe in fairies,’ there is a fairy somewhere that falls down dead.” Really, he thought they had now talked enough about fairies, and it struck him that Tinker Bell was keeping very quiet.

Two gods have taken a special interest in you since you arrived, so I can’t believe you’d work against Olympus…or Rome.” She shrugged.

The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior.

They will employ as their instruments of power the second great species of humanity—the men of Faith, the Madmen, as I have been calling them, who believe in things unreasonably, with passion, and are ready to die for their beliefs and their desires.

As for me, (torn, stormy, amid these vehement days,) I have the idea of all, and am all and believe in all, I believe materialism is true and spiritualism is true, I reject no part.

It goes on and on and on and eventually completely consumes my mind, blocking out memories and hopes of tomorrow, erasing everything but the present, which I begin to believe will never change.

They do not believe the weird woman of mystery till the hour for help is past, and the cry of Agamemnon echoes from the house, “Oh me!

I believe it to be an intuitive discernment, a quick but never-failing power of judgment, a penetration into the causes of things, unequalled for clearness and precision; add to this a facility of expression and a voice whose varied intonations are soul-subduing music.

It was, of course, nothing more than sexism, the especially virulent type espoused by male techies who sincerely believe that they are too smart to be sexists.

―Some people believe, he said, that we go on living in another body after death, that we lived before.

Americans, like human beings everywhere, believe many things that are obviously untrue, the monograph went on.

We must believe, through and through, that there was no victory, except to go down into death fighting and crying for failure itself, calling in excess of despair to Omnipotence to strike harder, that by His very striking He might temper our tortured selves into the weapon of His own ruin.

“I believe,” she told him huskily, “that I have my finger on the firing release.

It was easy to believe that warning in this place.

I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I believe it, and I cannot answer.

What can they know of love that do not know She builds her nest upon a narrow ledge Above a windy precipice?’ Then he: ‘Seeing that when you come to the death-bed You must return, whether you would or no, This human life blotted from memory, Why must I live some thirty, forty years, Alone with all this useless happiness?’ Thereon he seized me in his arms, but I Thrust him away with both my hands and cried, ‘Never will I believe there is any change Can blot out of my memory this life Sweetened by death, but if I could believe That were a double hunger in my lips For what is doubly brief.’ And now the shape, My hands were pressed to, vanished suddenly.

Balkis bent her beautiful head down and whispered, “Little woman, do you believe what your husband has just said?” The Butterfly’s Wife looked at Balkis, and saw the most beautiful Queen’s eyes shining like deep pools with starlight on them, and she picked up her courage with both wings and said, “O Queen, be lovely for ever.

But I do know that about ten times as many people find their lives dull, and unnecessarily dull, as ever admit it; and I do believe that if we busted out and admitted it sometimes, instead of being nice and patient and loyal for sixty years, and then nice and patient and dead for the rest of eternity, why, maybe, possibly, we might make life more fun.” They drifted into a maze of speculation.

You never would believe me when I told you she poisoned her husband.

Shall I believe That unsubstantial death is amorous; And that the lean abhorred monster keeps Thee here in dark to be his paramour?

In Yorkshire, it is historically known that the ancient black cattle were displaced by the longhorns, and that these “were swept away by the shorthorns” (I quote the words of an agricultural writer) “as if by some murderous pestilence.” Divergence of Character The principle which I have designated by this term is of high importance, and explains, as I believe, several important facts.

While I was anxiously brooding on the bread problem, so troublesome to wanderers, and trying to believe that I might learn to live like the wild animals, gleaning nourishment here and there from seeds, berries, etc., sauntering and climbing in joyful independence of money or baggage, Mr. Delaney, a sheep-owner, for whom I had worked a few weeks, called on me, and offered to engage me to go with his shepherd and flock to the headwaters of the Merced and Tuolumne rivers—the very region I had most in mind.

Still, it was much easier not to believe in something when it was not actually looking directly at you and saying your name.

“We are the middle children of history, raised by television to believe that someday we’ll be millionaires and movie stars and rock stars, but we won’t.

But, my good friend, reflect whether that which is noble and good is not something different from saving and being saved; for as to a man living such or such a time, at least one who is really a man, consider if this is not a thing to be dismissed from the thoughts: and there must be no love of life: but as to these matters a man must entrust them to the deity and believe what the women say, that no man can escape his destiny, the next inquiry being how he may best live the time that he has to live.60 Look round at the courses of the stars, as if thou wert going along with them; and constantly consider the changes of the elements into one another; for such thoughts purge away the filth of the terrene life.

To believe the author of the Iliad a mere compiler, is to degrade the powers of human invention; to elevate analytical judgment at the expense of the most ennobling impulses of the soul; and to forget the ocean in the contemplation of a polypus.

You would do well to remember that.” “I am lord commander because my brothers chose me.” There were mornings when Jon Snow did not quite believe it himself, when he woke up thinking surely this was some mad dream.

And I believe I saw the manner of the crime, as clearly as if I were going to commit it.” Colonel Pound looked at him keenly, but the speaker’s mild grey eyes were fixed upon the ceiling with almost empty wistfulness.

This was a permanent move, said Daisy over the telephone, but I didn’t believe it—I had no sight into Daisy’s heart, but I felt that Tom would drift on forever seeking, a little wistfully, for the dramatic turbulence of some irrecoverable football game.

12 “Ah, but the earth never did sing for joy … There is a glamour on the leaf and flower And April comes and whistles to a boy Over white fields: and, beauty has such power Upon us, he believes her in that hour, For who could not believe?

There is indeed no such thing, so I believe, as what we refer to as ‘learning.’ There is, O my friend, just one knowledge, this is everywhere, this is Atman, this is within me and within you and within every creature.

But the uneasiness of her new position, or perhaps the disturbance caused by the presence of this man, had sufficed to make her believe that she at last felt that wondrous passion which, till then, like a great bird with rose-coloured wings, hung in the splendour of the skies of poesy; and now she could not think that the calm in which she lived was the happiness she had dreamed.

But what if he our conqueror, (whom I now Of force believe almighty, since no less Than such could have o’erpowered such force as ours) Have left us this our spirit and strength entire, Strongly to suffer and support our pains, That we may so suffice his vengeful ire; Or do him mightier service, as his thralls By right of war, whate’er his business be, Here in the heart of Hell to work in fire, Or do his errands in the gloomy deep?

sleepest thou, friend Sancho?” “How can I sleep, curses on it!” returned Sancho discontentedly and bitterly, “when it is plain that all the devils have been at me this night?” “Thou mayest well believe that,” answered Don Quixote, “because, either I know little, or this castle is enchanted, for thou must know—but this that I am now about to tell thee thou must swear to keep secret until after my death.” “I swear it,” answered Sancho.

It was a harsh and stunning realization that was forced upon him at so tender an age, the realization that he was not, as he had always been led to believe, Caleb Major, but instead was some total stranger named Major Major Major about whom he knew absolutely nothing and about whom nobody else had ever heard before.

So strange and so brief was the episode, that the watchers might have found it hard to believe it themselves or persuade other people of it, had it not been for the undeniable fact that the circlet of gold which marked her as having been a bride had disappeared.

It appears, accordingly, from the experience of all ages and nations, I believe, that the work done by freemen comes cheaper in the end than that performed by slaves.