Fanny Kemble Quotes

Now it’s high watermark and floodtide in the heart and time to go. The sea-nymphs in the spray will be the chorus now. What’s left to say? Suspect too much sweet-talk but never close your mind. It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. I leave half-ready to believe that a crippled trust might walk and the half-true rhyme is love.

Everybody's trusting in the heart like the heart don't lie...

Believe me, than in half the creeds.

Fear can paralyze us and keep us from believing God and stepping out in faith. The devil loves a fearful Christian!

It is equally a fault to believe all men or to believe none.

I don't want some pretty face to tell me pretty lies, all I want is someone to believe.

Are you crazy?" I said. "Crazy about you." "Patch!" "Don't worry, we've got time." "How do you know?" He staggered back a step, with his hand over his heart. "Your lack of faith hurts.

It was the schoolboy who said, ""Faith is believing what you know ain't so.""

Confidence: The feeling that makes one believe a man, even when one knows that one would lie in his place

A private man has always the liberty (because thought is free) to believe or not believe in his heart those acts that have been given out for miracles, according as he shall see what benefits can accrue by men's belief, to those that pretend, or countenance them, and thereby conjecture whether they be miracles or lies.

The enemy is subtle, how be it we are so deceived, when truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe.

"So, why do I have so much fear in my life?" "Because you don't believe. You don't know that we love you. The person who lives by his fears will not find freedom in my love. I am not talking about rational fears regarding legitimate dangers, but imagined fears, and especially the projection of those into the future. To the degree that those fears have a place in your life, you neither believe that I am good not know deep in your heart that I love you. You sing about it, you talk about it, but you don't know it."

I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too.

Those were the words she wanted to hear and she finally surrendered to the temptation of believing them.

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?

You have to start out learning to believe the little lies. "So we can believe the big ones?" Yes. Justice, mercy, duty. That sort of thing.

See you tomorrow,” he said, instead. “All right.” Then, impulsively, I asked, “Do you have a place to sleep tonight?” “Sure,” he said with a smile, and started off as if he had somewhere to be. I could have bitten off my tongue because I pushed him into a lie. Once he started lying to me, it would be harder to get him to trust me with the truth. I don’t know why it works that way, but it does—at least in my experience.

There is something so beautiful in trust that even the most hardened liar need feel a certain respect for those who confide in him.

A friend once said, and I found to be true,That everyday people, they lie to God too,So what makes you think, that they won't lie to you.

She wants to believe my excuses so bad. Every time I lie, she wants to believe me so much.

What God declares the believing heart confesses without the need of further proof. Indeed, to seek proof is to admit doubt, and to obtain proof is to render faith superfluous.

Lie to me, I promise to believe. Lie to me, but please don't leave.

I hold it cowardice To rest mistrustful where a noble heart Hath pawned an open hand in sign of love.

Sometimes I believe that some people are better at love than others, and sometimes I believe that everyone is faking it.