truth in what you have faith in–something to follow as a guide or a goal to achieve–this includes confidence in your own skill set and ability or in another’s skillset
Travis Wood
i belive i will get married to a farm boy who loves me very much
mackenzie grace
if believing an envision hookwinks reality to
bring it to truth
then grab a goblet and pour in some successive wine,
wine never swoons an empty glass of faith!
once, the glass bares only climbing droplets,
your beliefs are still held still.
close those hard-worked eyes and steel against those virtuous liars;
because, steel breaks phony plastic, even when flimsy recyclables whither when
it sees the chopping bites of metal crunchers!
Everyday. Every damn day. I had to convince myself over and over and over that I’m cut out for this. That I can be a better version of myself now than I was five minutes ago. Sure, talent takes you far, there’s no questioning that. But I’m a firm believer that hard work takes you somewhere too, albeit rather slowly, but at least somewhere. This is the first and last time that I’ll ambiguously write about my struggles.
As I stood on the edge of the plane, my heart was racing. I stumbled backwards, and a mysterious figure whispered in my ear, “Believe.” I jumped. My parachute exploded out of my backpack, and I gently floated down to the ground.
taeya
My name is Jeffrey
I like to eat the dank birds
I believe they smell
Chuck Howes
Flying in the air, I can see the key to winning the quidditch game: the snitch. I try to go faster and faster, just as I hear the buzz. I reach out and think “I believe I can, I believe I can.” Everyone is yelling, “Come on Harry! You can do it!” I extend my hand one more time, and this time I know I have it because the crowd goes wild! I believed I could, so I did.
Emily
Believe in yourself and others for if you can’t believe in yourself, you won’t be successful in anything.
A.M
To believe is dangerous, yet essential. Civilizations have been built on belief, and have crumbled under the same force.
Arvy
you believe what you like to believe.you dont care what others believe about it .still you believe in what you believe and thats right.
khyse
Believe in whatever you want. I don’t agree with you. I don’t think we should close off the borders to refugees or immigrants. After all, they built this country from scratch. You can continue to scare people into think you are a good leader but many people don’t believe a word you say.
Believe is a very odd thing because you can believe anything you want. Believe can also let you do anything.
cad
Believe that you can do anything and you will have a good chance at doing that but believe is only 1/3.
cad
I believed in her. I believed she could go further than her dead mother. I believed that only her soul would escape the clutches of her murderer. However, she didn’t believe in herself. Now all that is left of her is her rotting corpse lying six feet under, without a single flower on her tombstone. The stone that was placed there by a complete stranger. I believed in her.
There is comfort in belief. Belief in yourself, belief in a higher power. Belief connects you to the world around you. I want to believe in you, I really do. An almighty creator. A reason, a plan. There is comfort in belief, but not reason.
People doubt. I doubt. about myself, about the state of the environment, society, culture.
I wish I can believe easily. That time had passed.
An untainted child believes in things with wonder and ease. I wish I could return to that time.
Lynn
All I’d been wishing for, to finally believe someone will love me as much as I love them. It’s not the case of questioning my worth – I know very well that I am deserving of all the devotion in the world. No lie or fake smile of mine can disprove me of that privilege. But who? Tell me, who will give me what I rightfully deserve, after years of people I vowed to protect stepping all over me and leaving me behind to rot in my own dust? Show yourself. Let me dream, let me believe!!
I believe that the most important thing in life is to be happy. Happy with what you have and happy with who you are. This is far more satisfactory than anything else.
Karthika
i believe in you, he said as he kisses her eyelids to wake her up from watever nightmare that she is having as she keeps chanting and chanting for people to believe in her, but she doesn’t wake up. she stays in her nightmare, enclosed like a butterfly’s cocoon in her own misery.he breathes spring but she stays asleep and haunted. he shakes her body, only to fail as he realizes that he is no longer beside her and only stays on the shadows of her sorrows.
yow
He thought he could make it. If it was just a few more inches, maybe not, but since it was only to there, he could make it. Simple. One more stretch.
Gotta ignore the pain. The sweat is dripping down. Right into his fingertips now, as it has finally crawled between his knuckles.
The strain. Not just his fingers, either, it’s his mind. Just a few more inches, and maybe he wouldn’t fall.
Marcus Slagel
in those places where you once felt safe — where you believed that safety is inherently enshrined into the very walls that surround you — those are the places you now find only fear.
you can’t take back the terrible things that happened. how can you? you can’t even breathe.
when you step through those doors, you travel through time. you’re right back there; back where it all began. nothing has changed.
not the house.
not you.
your bottom lip trembles exactly the same and you gasp softly like a fish laid bare on torturous land.
there is nothing here for you but pain and fear and a small child hiding inside your heart, wrapping in around herself, closing her eyes against the already too dark interior.
so you step back. you about-face and walk away and pretend you were never there.
you pretend so hard until you believe it. until it’s the truth, because pretending is what you’re good at.
What is it to believe and trust? To fly , to fall to climb back up again and soar up into the sky? Oh but you can – if you believe strong enough – you will fly and never look back
Shannon
BELIVE IN YOURSELF AND YOUR IDEAS AND YOUR INSTINCT. BELIEVE AND YOU CAN. THERES SO MUCH MORE TO LIFE THAN DOUBTING YOURSELF AND GO OUT THERE AND DO YOU DO BEST
LISA
I used to think that fairies would be the answer, but that ended up being true.
It was weird to think that I might grow out of the belief. I even heard that it was an immature belief to retain, but I couldn’t shake it. Not once I’d actually met them. I even tried, and for awhile that seemed to help. A few of them fade if you try hard enough, but they don’t like it. It caused a few to die, and that’s what began the war.
Marcus Slagel
I believe that some day I will stop worrying. I believe some day that I will. I believe that some day I will have the power to believe I can, I can do it, I will do it. I believe there will soon be a day where I can say: yes I one day believed, and know I am who I believed I one day could be. I hope i beleive what I wrote here. This minute. This second. I believe in this moment.
Bob Gurni
I believed that you liked me. That you thought I was funny, maybe smart, a bit fun. I believed it when you kissed me-believed that you did it because you thought I was special. I believed that I had won you over. I believed that you saw the love in my eyes, the respect and the endearment and awe…and that you returned it.
But your words and actions didn’t match up. Things were confusing and confounding and I created a happy ever after picture in my mind to combat my fears.
But when it came down to it…when the skies grew dark and the tears ran down my cheeks in spades, and words were hurled like stones…the truth was revealed.
You liked me because it was logical.
And honestly, you didn’t even like me. “‘Us’ just seemed logical.”
I believed that our relationship would be treasured.
But you treated it like trash, and so I threw it away.
We dug it out of the trash can together…only for it to end up on the floor.
I believed that you liked me.
How could I have ever believed that you liked me.
I believe in us. I believe in staying up late at night and watching the sunrise. I believe in stolen kisses, saucy remarks, and gentlemanly pats on the ass. I believe in fighting and crying and ending in red faces, worn out eyes and bare bodies fighting it out until theres a mutual rejoicing-sometimes ending in agreement. I believe in whispering in bed as the sun rises, hoping the dog won’t catch a whisp of our words and break the spell of morning with his bark. I believe in having little terrors one day, in carefully applying cream on your tattoos, in building with you. I believe in spontaneous hugs, long sarcastic laughter, drinking until we forget the bad, and driving to the ends of the earth with you on an adventure. I believe in forever.
To believe is to trust in something and to not question it what so ever.
Breanna
The day is like doves and my mind is like hot chocolate today, or steam, or mist. The rain is washing away the reality and I am getting lost in the images again. I choose to look at them instead. It’s nicer there. It’s not real, but it’s nicer.
There’s a certain kind of experience I’ve come to expect, and this chapter just isn’t giving it to me. I used to believe that there were good things about this series, but I’m so disheartened, discouraged, disappointed. So much hype led to so much let-down. It’s unbelievable, after the last installment. What happened? Where did my beloved fandom go?
She used to believe in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and that all was wonderful in the world. Then events – lies, disappointments, the war – made her question these beliefs. She now felt that life was horrible. But one day, while watching her grandchildren play at the edge of the refugee camp, a strong feeling came over her. She watched bees playing across the flowers growing through the barbed wire and for some reason she couldn’t explain, she felt hope and started to believe again. People called her crazy or senile or demented, but all she knew was that she felt happy again.
I looked out over the ocean and in that moment I knew it. I truly believed I could do it. Life is no longer a troublesome obstacle. I believe. In no time I will be better. I will be free from this awful disease inside of me.
Belief seems so unnecessary in a world where everything you once believed in was proven wrong already. The heretics stand on what was once the street, still brandishing signs, still urging people to give up their something-or-other ways and they’ll go somewhere-or-other.
chi
“You have to believe. You have to know that you mean the world to me! How could you not know that?”
“Well, partly because your actions and your words never match each other! Ever think about that?”
He looked at her incredulously. He thought he was so obvious in his actions towards her. But apparently, she didn’t feel the same way.
I believe in kindness to all. Meaning animals and mankind. Treat everyone fairly and believe the best in them.
Anna
I wanted to believe that the day I die, I will become fictional. It’s quite obvious that this stems off from wanting my favorite characters to be real, comforting me and always by my side. One day, I take the real world into consideration. This hellhole is a shitty place, even if it is sometimes beautiful to an extent. All the memories, simple indulgences, exploration and things alike, there are their sad counterparts. Do I find worth in it? Perhaps, yes. But I’ll only meet true happiness if I could disappear into a never-ending loop of seeing the characters I held dear so much more than others. I have good reason to believe that. I don’t have to tell anyone why. I just believe.
truth in what you have faith in–something to follow as a guide or a goal to achieve–this includes confidence in your own skill set and ability or in another’s skillset
i belive i will get married to a farm boy who loves me very much
if believing an envision hookwinks reality to
bring it to truth
then grab a goblet and pour in some successive wine,
wine never swoons an empty glass of faith!
once, the glass bares only climbing droplets,
your beliefs are still held still.
close those hard-worked eyes and steel against those virtuous liars;
because, steel breaks phony plastic, even when flimsy recyclables whither when
it sees the chopping bites of metal crunchers!
Everyday. Every damn day. I had to convince myself over and over and over that I’m cut out for this. That I can be a better version of myself now than I was five minutes ago. Sure, talent takes you far, there’s no questioning that. But I’m a firm believer that hard work takes you somewhere too, albeit rather slowly, but at least somewhere. This is the first and last time that I’ll ambiguously write about my struggles.
As I stood on the edge of the plane, my heart was racing. I stumbled backwards, and a mysterious figure whispered in my ear, “Believe.” I jumped. My parachute exploded out of my backpack, and I gently floated down to the ground.
My name is Jeffrey
I like to eat the dank birds
I believe they smell
Flying in the air, I can see the key to winning the quidditch game: the snitch. I try to go faster and faster, just as I hear the buzz. I reach out and think “I believe I can, I believe I can.” Everyone is yelling, “Come on Harry! You can do it!” I extend my hand one more time, and this time I know I have it because the crowd goes wild! I believed I could, so I did.
Believe in yourself and others for if you can’t believe in yourself, you won’t be successful in anything.
To believe is dangerous, yet essential. Civilizations have been built on belief, and have crumbled under the same force.
you believe what you like to believe.you dont care what others believe about it .still you believe in what you believe and thats right.
Believe in whatever you want. I don’t agree with you. I don’t think we should close off the borders to refugees or immigrants. After all, they built this country from scratch. You can continue to scare people into think you are a good leader but many people don’t believe a word you say.
the word believe is a verb. For example, I believe i can fly. I believe i can touch the sky.
Believe is something that allows you to believe in anything. Like some people believe in monsters or they believe in anything they want to.
The awesome thing about believing is that almost anything is possible. Believe can also let you do cool things.
I believe in God the Father, I believe in Jesus Christ, I believe in the Holy Spirit.
Believe is a very odd thing because you can believe anything you want. Believe can also let you do anything.
Believe that you can do anything and you will have a good chance at doing that but believe is only 1/3.
I believed in her. I believed she could go further than her dead mother. I believed that only her soul would escape the clutches of her murderer. However, she didn’t believe in herself. Now all that is left of her is her rotting corpse lying six feet under, without a single flower on her tombstone. The stone that was placed there by a complete stranger. I believed in her.
There is comfort in belief. Belief in yourself, belief in a higher power. Belief connects you to the world around you. I want to believe in you, I really do. An almighty creator. A reason, a plan. There is comfort in belief, but not reason.
Believe is not something that comes easily.
People doubt. I doubt. about myself, about the state of the environment, society, culture.
I wish I can believe easily. That time had passed.
An untainted child believes in things with wonder and ease. I wish I could return to that time.
All I’d been wishing for, to finally believe someone will love me as much as I love them. It’s not the case of questioning my worth – I know very well that I am deserving of all the devotion in the world. No lie or fake smile of mine can disprove me of that privilege. But who? Tell me, who will give me what I rightfully deserve, after years of people I vowed to protect stepping all over me and leaving me behind to rot in my own dust? Show yourself. Let me dream, let me believe!!
I believe that the most important thing in life is to be happy. Happy with what you have and happy with who you are. This is far more satisfactory than anything else.
i believe in you, he said as he kisses her eyelids to wake her up from watever nightmare that she is having as she keeps chanting and chanting for people to believe in her, but she doesn’t wake up. she stays in her nightmare, enclosed like a butterfly’s cocoon in her own misery.he breathes spring but she stays asleep and haunted. he shakes her body, only to fail as he realizes that he is no longer beside her and only stays on the shadows of her sorrows.
He thought he could make it. If it was just a few more inches, maybe not, but since it was only to there, he could make it. Simple. One more stretch.
Gotta ignore the pain. The sweat is dripping down. Right into his fingertips now, as it has finally crawled between his knuckles.
The strain. Not just his fingers, either, it’s his mind. Just a few more inches, and maybe he wouldn’t fall.
in those places where you once felt safe — where you believed that safety is inherently enshrined into the very walls that surround you — those are the places you now find only fear.
you can’t take back the terrible things that happened. how can you? you can’t even breathe.
when you step through those doors, you travel through time. you’re right back there; back where it all began. nothing has changed.
not the house.
not you.
your bottom lip trembles exactly the same and you gasp softly like a fish laid bare on torturous land.
there is nothing here for you but pain and fear and a small child hiding inside your heart, wrapping in around herself, closing her eyes against the already too dark interior.
so you step back. you about-face and walk away and pretend you were never there.
you pretend so hard until you believe it. until it’s the truth, because pretending is what you’re good at.
What is it to believe and trust? To fly , to fall to climb back up again and soar up into the sky? Oh but you can – if you believe strong enough – you will fly and never look back
BELIVE IN YOURSELF AND YOUR IDEAS AND YOUR INSTINCT. BELIEVE AND YOU CAN. THERES SO MUCH MORE TO LIFE THAN DOUBTING YOURSELF AND GO OUT THERE AND DO YOU DO BEST
I used to think that fairies would be the answer, but that ended up being true.
It was weird to think that I might grow out of the belief. I even heard that it was an immature belief to retain, but I couldn’t shake it. Not once I’d actually met them. I even tried, and for awhile that seemed to help. A few of them fade if you try hard enough, but they don’t like it. It caused a few to die, and that’s what began the war.
I believe that some day I will stop worrying. I believe some day that I will. I believe that some day I will have the power to believe I can, I can do it, I will do it. I believe there will soon be a day where I can say: yes I one day believed, and know I am who I believed I one day could be. I hope i beleive what I wrote here. This minute. This second. I believe in this moment.
I believed that you liked me. That you thought I was funny, maybe smart, a bit fun. I believed it when you kissed me-believed that you did it because you thought I was special. I believed that I had won you over. I believed that you saw the love in my eyes, the respect and the endearment and awe…and that you returned it.
But your words and actions didn’t match up. Things were confusing and confounding and I created a happy ever after picture in my mind to combat my fears.
But when it came down to it…when the skies grew dark and the tears ran down my cheeks in spades, and words were hurled like stones…the truth was revealed.
You liked me because it was logical.
And honestly, you didn’t even like me. “‘Us’ just seemed logical.”
I believed that our relationship would be treasured.
But you treated it like trash, and so I threw it away.
We dug it out of the trash can together…only for it to end up on the floor.
I believed that you liked me.
How could I have ever believed that you liked me.
I believe in us. I believe in staying up late at night and watching the sunrise. I believe in stolen kisses, saucy remarks, and gentlemanly pats on the ass. I believe in fighting and crying and ending in red faces, worn out eyes and bare bodies fighting it out until theres a mutual rejoicing-sometimes ending in agreement. I believe in whispering in bed as the sun rises, hoping the dog won’t catch a whisp of our words and break the spell of morning with his bark. I believe in having little terrors one day, in carefully applying cream on your tattoos, in building with you. I believe in spontaneous hugs, long sarcastic laughter, drinking until we forget the bad, and driving to the ends of the earth with you on an adventure. I believe in forever.
But you don’t.
To believe is to trust in something and to not question it what so ever.
The day is like doves and my mind is like hot chocolate today, or steam, or mist. The rain is washing away the reality and I am getting lost in the images again. I choose to look at them instead. It’s nicer there. It’s not real, but it’s nicer.
There’s a certain kind of experience I’ve come to expect, and this chapter just isn’t giving it to me. I used to believe that there were good things about this series, but I’m so disheartened, discouraged, disappointed. So much hype led to so much let-down. It’s unbelievable, after the last installment. What happened? Where did my beloved fandom go?
She used to believe in Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy and that all was wonderful in the world. Then events – lies, disappointments, the war – made her question these beliefs. She now felt that life was horrible. But one day, while watching her grandchildren play at the edge of the refugee camp, a strong feeling came over her. She watched bees playing across the flowers growing through the barbed wire and for some reason she couldn’t explain, she felt hope and started to believe again. People called her crazy or senile or demented, but all she knew was that she felt happy again.
I looked out over the ocean and in that moment I knew it. I truly believed I could do it. Life is no longer a troublesome obstacle. I believe. In no time I will be better. I will be free from this awful disease inside of me.
Belief seems so unnecessary in a world where everything you once believed in was proven wrong already. The heretics stand on what was once the street, still brandishing signs, still urging people to give up their something-or-other ways and they’ll go somewhere-or-other.
“You have to believe. You have to know that you mean the world to me! How could you not know that?”
“Well, partly because your actions and your words never match each other! Ever think about that?”
He looked at her incredulously. He thought he was so obvious in his actions towards her. But apparently, she didn’t feel the same way.
I believe in kindness to all. Meaning animals and mankind. Treat everyone fairly and believe the best in them.
I wanted to believe that the day I die, I will become fictional. It’s quite obvious that this stems off from wanting my favorite characters to be real, comforting me and always by my side. One day, I take the real world into consideration. This hellhole is a shitty place, even if it is sometimes beautiful to an extent. All the memories, simple indulgences, exploration and things alike, there are their sad counterparts. Do I find worth in it? Perhaps, yes. But I’ll only meet true happiness if I could disappear into a never-ending loop of seeing the characters I held dear so much more than others. I have good reason to believe that. I don’t have to tell anyone why. I just believe.