The most surprising and original part of [Lucien Goldmann's] work is, however, the attempt to compare—without assimilating one to another—religious faith and Marxist faith: both have in common the refusal of pure individualism (rationalist or empiricist) and the belief in trans-individual values—God for religion, the human community for socialism. In both cases the faith is based on a wager—the Pascalian wager on the existence of God and the Marxist wager on the liberation of humanity—that presupposes risk, the danger of failure and the hope of success.
I do my best to put blinders one, but it's impossible to ignore what is happening around me.
Paradise is not something that we create. Rather, it is something that we find.
You are not for any reason less than whom God created you to be, don't live like a dwarf where you are seen as a giant.
Without the mercy of God, how could we have a merry heart?
With hope in our heart, we shall forever be happy.
Christmas and hope are bound inseparable. But because we can’t separate ourselves from our need to deny such a truth, we’ve bound ourselves to live without hope.
Hoping is not dreaming. It is not spinning an illusion or fantasy to protect us from our boredom or our pain...it is imagination put in the harness of faith.
Real life can never have a written lie all over it.
Dreams are their own knife, Kaylin. Dreams, what-ifs, desires. We all have to have hope.
Like a painting; you are art and I hope I can be a piece of it.
The Sun always rises. Unless, you're on a space station, I guess...
What if I were not to die! What if life were given back to me-what infinity! And it would all be mine! Then I'd turn each minute into a whole age, I'd lose nothing, I'd reckon up every minute separately, I'd let nothing be wasted! He said that in the end this thought turned into such anger in him that he wished they would hurry up and shoot him
But by now anything was better than hope.
It’s not about believing in something. Rather, it’s about what I believe in. And too often what I believe in is that there’s nothing to believe in.
I wanted to hold everything in place with my thin little arm and my weak spirit. I wanted to do what I could with my unreliable body to try and deal with all the many scary things that were going to start happening to us from now on. I wanted to try.
Hope follows on the heels of Faith. And the white-winged goddess—which is Hope—did not leave her, but prompted her to many little surreptitious acts of preparation in the event of the miracle coming to pass.
Why Christmas?” we ask ourselves. It’s because whatever’s staring back at us in the mirror is the very same thing that’s emblazoned across God’s heart.
If ingenuity is an indicator of how much we love someone, then the story of Christmas is about as ingenious as you can get.
Christmas is God’s way of saying that we’re great, just not in the arrogant way that we think we are.
