That God does not exist, I cannot deny, That my whole being cries out for God I cannot forget.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It's hard to say, 'I don't believe in God.' I would love to know if God exists. But it's a very difficult thing for me to believe.
That deep emotional conviction of the presence of a superior reasoning power, which is revealed in the incomprehensible universe, forms my idea of God.
I don't know what I would have done without believing in God. His support gives me power and energy to continue to be optimistic, to smile, not to be depressed. Sometimes, if things are not going so well, I don't cry. I say maybe it's meant to be.
The very idea of carrying my memory into eternity devastated me, and I took refuge in atheism.
God's only excuse is that he does not exist.
The moment I have realized God sitting in the temple of every human body, the moment I stand in reverence before every human being and see God in him - that moment I am free from bondage, everything that binds vanishes, and I am free.
There cannot be a God because if there were one, I could not believe that I was not He.
I deny the very existence of that Almighty Supreme Being.
The very impossibility in which I find myself to prove that God is not, discovers to me his existence.
What I cry out for, like every being, with my whole life and all my earthly passion, is something very different from an equal to cherish: it is a God to adore.