the most powerful thing a person can have. if you beleive you can do something, then there is nothing stoping you. if you believe you have the power to change something or say something or simply want something then you can change our life, the world even.
Dean is not a man of belief. Before the apocolypse, if you had asked him his feelings on everything, he would have told you to go stuff it where the sun don’t shine, He hasn’t changed much. Except for one thing, He believes in family, and he believes in Cas.
i think belief sets people apart. it shows who has the mental depth and also emotional hope there is something more out there than just being this organic thing. i want to believe something bigger out there is watching over and is giving me a purpose. even if we disagree on what i think people who have belief are different from people who can’t grasp something bigger.
John set down his latest novel with a sappy sigh. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at him. John smiled and summarized, “He wrote her a poem, and she finally realized that he was right for her after all.”
Sherlock snorted. “That’s ridiculous. What would a young woman have to gain from a few stanzas of writing?” He turned to the next chapter of his textbook.
John stood to put the book back into the pile of library returns. “I dunno, ever since we had that Shakespeare unit back in senior year, It’s always been a personal belief that writing poetry is one of the most romantic gestures a person can make.” Sherlock didn’t look up from his book, but his silence told John that he’d absorbed his words. At least he didn’t follow with more ridicule.
The next day when he woke, John found a folded piece of paper hidden between the screen and keyboard of his closed laptop. “My dearest John,” it read,
“If I had known that I could have a friend
More loyal than the royal Queen’s brigade,
I would have made my selfishness an end
And for a quick delivery have prayed.
Before we met I thought it left to chance
That I would play the game of life alone
Abandoned had I all thoughts of romance
Until we made our partnership our home
But how, my doctor, shall we now progress?
No longer do I wish to tempt my fate-
Uncertainty my impulse does oppress,
What if my own decisions come too late?
If I’m the brain to your unfailing heart,
Then please, I beg you, tell me where to start.”
John wavered a bit in his pajamas, clutching the scrap of paper to his chest. Of course Sherlock would whip out a sonnet overnight. Of course it would be perfect and endearing and romantic and vulnerable. And of course, John could never come close to reciprocating, though he knew with certainty that he must try.
A couple days later, as the boys relaxed after their short-lived case, John brought a tea tray to set between the two armchairs, mugs steaming amicably.
Sherlock reached for the mug placed nearest to him, only to find that the handle had been stuffed with a small, rolled-up scrap of paper. “Sherlock,” it read,
“Nobody could call me objective
Regarding my favorite detective
I’ll gladly take aim
To save his good name
Of his heart I am overly protective”
Sherlock smirked at John and tucked the paper into his breast pocket. “Sorry it’s not much,” John mumbled sheepishly from behind his tea, “Limericks were always the only kind of poetry I wasn’t rubbish at. Guess I’m not as romantic as I’d like to imagine.”
Sherlock silently disagreed, sipping at the tea which John had prepared perfectly to his liking.
Belief?? I don’t believe much in anything anymore. But there is still hope that I can believe in people again. I believe in stories much more than I believe in reality itself. It happens to be much safer for a person’s heart. Don’t you think?? I wish to believe in people again. People are genuinely good it just takes time at least that is my belief.
Beliefs are like the wind, intangible, but, at the same time, we can feel them pressing like a weight. But a belief that is blind is dangerous, because a blind driver of our life is sure to make us crash.
Belief, faith, confidence;
All of these words mean the same thing.
Others may not see it that way, but they are mistaken.
They mean one thing: trust.
Some may take a secular view,
“I believe in my dad/mom/family.”
Well, I do not.
Overall, I see it one way.
I trust/believe in and have faith/confidence in one person.
Are you ready?
God.
Belief. I remember when I once had that. But alas, that has all been stripped away. Washed from me by the eternal tides of reality. Where there was once hope, there is now but sadness and grief. Where faith once dwelled, there is naught but doubt. Belief’s empty shell has been replaced with the deep void of pessimism and regret.
Silly childhood superstition first gave her the belief that the old Wallingsford place down the street was haunted. At night she swore she could hear the house moaning, creaking, whispering for her to fling open its splintered shutters and let weary spirits fly free into the night. In her teenage years, common sense dictated that she not go near the house. Something she could not quite place warned her to stay away, to walk the long way to school every morning, to not say hello to the aging man who owned the rickety structure who seemed so insitant upon talking to her.
And this is what ensured her good fortune–common sense and a lifelong aversion to the eerie house that crept in and out of her dreams.
It was terrifying to her as she later read the newspaper report just how much damage a spindly old man with a rotting house and a back yard of loosely-tilled black grave soil could bring upon a neighborhood of parents.
The was a little girl who believe in a better world, but when she grew up, she reLize that it wasn’t enough just to have thus belief, there is necesary to do something, so she changed her lifestyle into a better way to interact with others and nature.
they say that those who struggle for every inch of happiness, crawled across every blistering surface of hate to attain their legacy, are the ones that are truly strong. because they have that belief, that conviction, to keep them going. that iron will and perseverance that shutters their eyes like a closed blind to the window of the soul. they possess that which ordinary people lack, that inner fire, that invisible belief in oneself.
I believe in a lot of things. I believe that each day is a gift, and that with this gift whatever happens was meant to happen for a reason during that day. One thing I know I need to start believing in… is in myself.
I need to believe that with each day I am making a difference by just simply being
She lay prostrate on the sand floor of the temple, head bowed toward the shining deity at the front of the room. White columns lined the walls and a gentle breeze wound its way through them; as the winds tousled her long dark hair, she felt her prayers being carried up to wherever the gods may hear them.
it is my thoughts that shape the person i am. my conviction that drives me through the hardships of life. and my belief, in myself, in the goodness of others and in the greatness that is in the world, that keeps me going.
a chance of hope that lingers still within ones grasp , but is never reached.
a truth that people choose to believe though it is none existent, what i feel when i look at her and accept everything about her. The truth withina fabricated lie waiting to be set free. i have 60 seconds to explain this little thing, and I don’t know what to say.
it’s a tree, the leaves in fall, sheltering the street from tires of cars ,their evil footprints. everything about them is so underestimated in complexity. a strong feeling;
a point, a place where we assert ourselves in requirement rather then waiting on someone else. Is my time up yet? Almost there, it’s a thing. we use daily, a tool we overlook. a simple lie we tell to hide what we really think. the reason we do what we do. What we say. it owns us, we simply have leashes.
Believing is reality. If you believe in something with all of your heart, if you feel with every inch of your being that it’s real, then to you, it WILL be real. Reality is not seeing, it is the thoughts that go through your head. Everyone’s reality is unique because their beliefs are different.
I believe that love is worthwhile. I believe that it’s something everyone should cherish, and not criticize. People hating that teens can be in love is ridiculous, because it’s true. It might change over time to something a bit more mature, but they believe in that love, are completely enveloped by it, and deserve to enjoy it. Believe that love is real, because it is, and if you haven’t found it yet, you will. That one special person will find you eventually, and if they don’t find you, you’ll find them.
everything you do is based on belief. without belief, what are you? you are nothing. because without belief, you cannot move, you cannot do anything you wish to do, because you do not believe in yourself
Belief is something that everyone should have whether a greater power or a good friend. Magic or love. Belief is an important thing in life and is necessary for anyone to have a happy life. Never stop believing.
my belief is that life will get better, is getting better. My sickness is finally going away, the weather is getting warm, I am happy, I feel good. My allergies are becomming tolerable, my face is clearing up, my skin is tan. My belief is that summer and spring, the sun and warm weather make everything better. without it, i am depressed. That is my belief, it makes everything in my life better
I’m sad. I believe so much in God. I don’t believe in people though. so distanced. I just find myself detaching so easily. I don’t like it. maybe my God will take me away or something. I’m pretty lonely.
I had beliefs, but I think I wrecked them all. I did things that I wouldn’t normally do, I was a fool and I denied my own nature. Now I second guess everything, hopeful always to meet someone new and special. But how do I commit to someone when I don’t even know myself?
Holding onto the frail belief that I am strong. They say I am, maybe I am. It does take something to endure all these years of harsh and cruel treatment. They say that when people are strong for too long they start to wither and lose faith in what they believe in. Sometimes I wonder…
I have this one belief, that i know to be true above all else. this one belief that keeps me going when the timeshare hard, that gives me hope and helps me to see the light when i’m encased in darkness. This one belief that i feel everyone should hold onto, like it will keep them alive, because so far, it’s done a pretty good job of keeping me alive.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is believe. Sometimes it is the easiest. All I know is that belief is what fills the empty shell of life. It doesn’t even matter what you believe in. Just believe in something.
Beliefs come and go. From the second we are born our parents superimpose these beliefs onto us. How can we grow as a person when all our lives we are told what to think and not how to think?
that i believe i am greater than what i think. I will rise above all my troubles and get passed this. I believe in fairies, the impossible. Everything is possible if you just believe hahahaah.. true tho. i feel strongly in what i believe.
Everything that matters in this world. When you know what you believe you know who you are, why you are here and what you are supposed to do. Belief is safety. Belief is love. Belief keeps you breathing,
what you think is correct, like those dumbass religious people that think a deity is real… but come on people… they aren’t really real. OMFG JESUS AND BUDDHA! no…. just no
One belief can bring a family together, tear countries apart. Disbelief can bring a country together, tear a family apart. Is it better to believe in God or yourself? And if you believe you made the right choice, do you believe you could be wrong?
the most powerful thing a person can have. if you beleive you can do something, then there is nothing stoping you. if you believe you have the power to change something or say something or simply want something then you can change our life, the world even.
Dean is not a man of belief. Before the apocolypse, if you had asked him his feelings on everything, he would have told you to go stuff it where the sun don’t shine, He hasn’t changed much. Except for one thing, He believes in family, and he believes in Cas.
I believe in one God. That He created us for a purpose.
And that each of us has something to finish before we die.
What’s your purpose in life? What do you believe in?
i think belief sets people apart. it shows who has the mental depth and also emotional hope there is something more out there than just being this organic thing. i want to believe something bigger out there is watching over and is giving me a purpose. even if we disagree on what i think people who have belief are different from people who can’t grasp something bigger.
John set down his latest novel with a sappy sigh. Sherlock quirked an eyebrow at him. John smiled and summarized, “He wrote her a poem, and she finally realized that he was right for her after all.”
Sherlock snorted. “That’s ridiculous. What would a young woman have to gain from a few stanzas of writing?” He turned to the next chapter of his textbook.
John stood to put the book back into the pile of library returns. “I dunno, ever since we had that Shakespeare unit back in senior year, It’s always been a personal belief that writing poetry is one of the most romantic gestures a person can make.” Sherlock didn’t look up from his book, but his silence told John that he’d absorbed his words. At least he didn’t follow with more ridicule.
The next day when he woke, John found a folded piece of paper hidden between the screen and keyboard of his closed laptop. “My dearest John,” it read,
“If I had known that I could have a friend
More loyal than the royal Queen’s brigade,
I would have made my selfishness an end
And for a quick delivery have prayed.
Before we met I thought it left to chance
That I would play the game of life alone
Abandoned had I all thoughts of romance
Until we made our partnership our home
But how, my doctor, shall we now progress?
No longer do I wish to tempt my fate-
Uncertainty my impulse does oppress,
What if my own decisions come too late?
If I’m the brain to your unfailing heart,
Then please, I beg you, tell me where to start.”
John wavered a bit in his pajamas, clutching the scrap of paper to his chest. Of course Sherlock would whip out a sonnet overnight. Of course it would be perfect and endearing and romantic and vulnerable. And of course, John could never come close to reciprocating, though he knew with certainty that he must try.
A couple days later, as the boys relaxed after their short-lived case, John brought a tea tray to set between the two armchairs, mugs steaming amicably.
Sherlock reached for the mug placed nearest to him, only to find that the handle had been stuffed with a small, rolled-up scrap of paper. “Sherlock,” it read,
“Nobody could call me objective
Regarding my favorite detective
I’ll gladly take aim
To save his good name
Of his heart I am overly protective”
Sherlock smirked at John and tucked the paper into his breast pocket. “Sorry it’s not much,” John mumbled sheepishly from behind his tea, “Limericks were always the only kind of poetry I wasn’t rubbish at. Guess I’m not as romantic as I’d like to imagine.”
Sherlock silently disagreed, sipping at the tea which John had prepared perfectly to his liking.
Belief.
Ha. What is it?
I don’t know.
I should, but I don’t.
Somehow, this doesn’t matter.
It could be one of many, it would be none of any.
But it’s there. It’s a word. It’s something you expected me to answer.
When you asked me, what beliefs I held, I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t answer you, because there wasn’t anything I could say.
You were asking for my opinion and I’d forgotten all about it.
In the midst of being your everything, I forgot that I was something.
So when you asked me of my beliefs, I didn’t answer right away.
Because I didn’t know you cared.
Belief?? I don’t believe much in anything anymore. But there is still hope that I can believe in people again. I believe in stories much more than I believe in reality itself. It happens to be much safer for a person’s heart. Don’t you think?? I wish to believe in people again. People are genuinely good it just takes time at least that is my belief.
Bobby emailed Linda interestingly enough for the last time after finding out her spiritual belief.
I cling to this sunshine
that wraps around my arms
pulling my skyward
and smoothing me with hope
instilling the belief that
I can go on
for now
I cling to this sunshine
that wraps around my arms
pulling my skyward
and smoothing me with hope
instilling the belief that
I can go
for now
Beliefs are like the wind, intangible, but, at the same time, we can feel them pressing like a weight. But a belief that is blind is dangerous, because a blind driver of our life is sure to make us crash.
I believed in everything I knew about us…
now, help me in my unbelief.
Belief, faith, confidence;
All of these words mean the same thing.
Others may not see it that way, but they are mistaken.
They mean one thing: trust.
Some may take a secular view,
“I believe in my dad/mom/family.”
Well, I do not.
Overall, I see it one way.
I trust/believe in and have faith/confidence in one person.
Are you ready?
God.
Belief. I remember when I once had that. But alas, that has all been stripped away. Washed from me by the eternal tides of reality. Where there was once hope, there is now but sadness and grief. Where faith once dwelled, there is naught but doubt. Belief’s empty shell has been replaced with the deep void of pessimism and regret.
Silly childhood superstition first gave her the belief that the old Wallingsford place down the street was haunted. At night she swore she could hear the house moaning, creaking, whispering for her to fling open its splintered shutters and let weary spirits fly free into the night. In her teenage years, common sense dictated that she not go near the house. Something she could not quite place warned her to stay away, to walk the long way to school every morning, to not say hello to the aging man who owned the rickety structure who seemed so insitant upon talking to her.
And this is what ensured her good fortune–common sense and a lifelong aversion to the eerie house that crept in and out of her dreams.
It was terrifying to her as she later read the newspaper report just how much damage a spindly old man with a rotting house and a back yard of loosely-tilled black grave soil could bring upon a neighborhood of parents.
My belief that everything is bad because of my mother is mostly true. If I could get past that it would help a lot.
The was a little girl who believe in a better world, but when she grew up, she reLize that it wasn’t enough just to have thus belief, there is necesary to do something, so she changed her lifestyle into a better way to interact with others and nature.
they say that those who struggle for every inch of happiness, crawled across every blistering surface of hate to attain their legacy, are the ones that are truly strong. because they have that belief, that conviction, to keep them going. that iron will and perseverance that shutters their eyes like a closed blind to the window of the soul. they possess that which ordinary people lack, that inner fire, that invisible belief in oneself.
I believe in a lot of things. I believe that each day is a gift, and that with this gift whatever happens was meant to happen for a reason during that day. One thing I know I need to start believing in… is in myself.
I need to believe that with each day I am making a difference by just simply being
ME.
She lay prostrate on the sand floor of the temple, head bowed toward the shining deity at the front of the room. White columns lined the walls and a gentle breeze wound its way through them; as the winds tousled her long dark hair, she felt her prayers being carried up to wherever the gods may hear them.
Belief is a relevant element we all must posses. Belief is the source and power to achieve.
it is my thoughts that shape the person i am. my conviction that drives me through the hardships of life. and my belief, in myself, in the goodness of others and in the greatness that is in the world, that keeps me going.
a chance of hope that lingers still within ones grasp , but is never reached.
a truth that people choose to believe though it is none existent, what i feel when i look at her and accept everything about her. The truth withina fabricated lie waiting to be set free. i have 60 seconds to explain this little thing, and I don’t know what to say.
it’s a tree, the leaves in fall, sheltering the street from tires of cars ,their evil footprints. everything about them is so underestimated in complexity. a strong feeling;
a point, a place where we assert ourselves in requirement rather then waiting on someone else. Is my time up yet? Almost there, it’s a thing. we use daily, a tool we overlook. a simple lie we tell to hide what we really think. the reason we do what we do. What we say. it owns us, we simply have leashes.
Believing is reality. If you believe in something with all of your heart, if you feel with every inch of your being that it’s real, then to you, it WILL be real. Reality is not seeing, it is the thoughts that go through your head. Everyone’s reality is unique because their beliefs are different.
I believe that love is worthwhile. I believe that it’s something everyone should cherish, and not criticize. People hating that teens can be in love is ridiculous, because it’s true. It might change over time to something a bit more mature, but they believe in that love, are completely enveloped by it, and deserve to enjoy it. Believe that love is real, because it is, and if you haven’t found it yet, you will. That one special person will find you eventually, and if they don’t find you, you’ll find them.
everything you do is based on belief. without belief, what are you? you are nothing. because without belief, you cannot move, you cannot do anything you wish to do, because you do not believe in yourself
Belief is something that everyone should have whether a greater power or a good friend. Magic or love. Belief is an important thing in life and is necessary for anyone to have a happy life. Never stop believing.
my belief is that life will get better, is getting better. My sickness is finally going away, the weather is getting warm, I am happy, I feel good. My allergies are becomming tolerable, my face is clearing up, my skin is tan. My belief is that summer and spring, the sun and warm weather make everything better. without it, i am depressed. That is my belief, it makes everything in my life better
I’m sad. I believe so much in God. I don’t believe in people though. so distanced. I just find myself detaching so easily. I don’t like it. maybe my God will take me away or something. I’m pretty lonely.
I had beliefs, but I think I wrecked them all. I did things that I wouldn’t normally do, I was a fool and I denied my own nature. Now I second guess everything, hopeful always to meet someone new and special. But how do I commit to someone when I don’t even know myself?
Something you believe in, obviously. Something that comes into my mind when I hear it…….. hmm…… Always Keep the Faith. Five-ness.
Holding onto the frail belief that I am strong. They say I am, maybe I am. It does take something to endure all these years of harsh and cruel treatment. They say that when people are strong for too long they start to wither and lose faith in what they believe in. Sometimes I wonder…
I have this one belief, that i know to be true above all else. this one belief that keeps me going when the timeshare hard, that gives me hope and helps me to see the light when i’m encased in darkness. This one belief that i feel everyone should hold onto, like it will keep them alive, because so far, it’s done a pretty good job of keeping me alive.
i believe that believing in a belief that you believe means something is the greatest belief one can have.
Sometimes the hardest thing to do is believe. Sometimes it is the easiest. All I know is that belief is what fills the empty shell of life. It doesn’t even matter what you believe in. Just believe in something.
Beliefs come and go. From the second we are born our parents superimpose these beliefs onto us. How can we grow as a person when all our lives we are told what to think and not how to think?
that i believe i am greater than what i think. I will rise above all my troubles and get passed this. I believe in fairies, the impossible. Everything is possible if you just believe hahahaah.. true tho. i feel strongly in what i believe.
Everything that matters in this world. When you know what you believe you know who you are, why you are here and what you are supposed to do. Belief is safety. Belief is love. Belief keeps you breathing,
what you think is correct, like those dumbass religious people that think a deity is real… but come on people… they aren’t really real. OMFG JESUS AND BUDDHA! no…. just no
One belief can bring a family together, tear countries apart. Disbelief can bring a country together, tear a family apart. Is it better to believe in God or yourself? And if you believe you made the right choice, do you believe you could be wrong?