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Can really anybody put his hand on his heart and profess to know beyond doubt what happens on the other side of this life?

Spiritual leaders, priests and prophets are lamps burning in the dark, seeking meaning for humanity.

Give me something to worship whatever._ Cries the human soul

Why do religious believers hate unbelievers? The feel threatened by them, they feel besieged by them. Religions consider themselves as separate tribes in their own rights and feel like unbelievers will one day overrun their strongholds

Why doesn't the pope convert to Calvinism? Why doesn't the Dalai Lama, convert to Christianity, why doesn't Billy Graham convert to Islam, Why doesn't the Ayatollahs convert to Buddhism, Why isn't Buddhism swept away? Religious leaders know that all religions are equal; they know that no one of them has the monopoly to the knowledge of God. They know that each religion is trying to find the hidden God and that no one religion can claim to have found him beyond doubt. That's why they remain where they are and respect each other.

Good gods are scarce because the majority of gods are created by evil men

Science cannot disprove god. Science studies the things that are. The eternal question is who or what made them to be

Every word that comes after "And the Lord told me. . . __s a pious lie

I cry even harder, thinking of how it could have been, of how I thought it would be. For the first time, I want to give up, to die, because suddenly everything is too much and there is no solution in sight.

I wanted to cry because I needed you there with me so bad. I knew in that moment that I was in love with you. I was in love with the way you loved me. When you wrapped your arms around me and held me, I knew that no matter what happened with my life, you were my home. You stole the biggest piece of my heart that night.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

I'm a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind.

I am a hopeless romantic, and so is my wife.

I'm a hopeless 19th-century romantic.

I'm a hopeless romantic.

I am a hopeless romantic and I love to spoil my girlfriends.

I'm personally a hopeless romantic. I always have been.

I will always be the hopeless romantic, more often pathetic than heroic.