“If you stumble about believability, what are you living for? Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?”
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi
I love that book the Life of Pi.
To believe-
verb 1. to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so.
2. to have confidence or faith in the truth of (a positive assertion, story,etc.); give credence to.
I can't find any root word that it's broken down into. It just is. I guess either you believe or you don't
In the cove of the lake in Maine, there are clusters of lily pads. Their lotus flowers are free-floating beside them. It looks surreal, no soil visible, just water and the flower. It doesn't seem like such a beautiful and large flower should be able to exist on earth in that way, like orchids hanging in the high branches of trees, it just doesn't seem possible, such beauty in such a deprived landscape. It is hard to believe, but they do, beauty and magic right there.
I found the name of that little blue butterfly from the summer... the azure butterfly, another fleck of the magic of life. It was on a poster at my sons' school. I like the question from the book, "what is your problem with hard to believe?" I think it is probably a question we should ask ourselves every day.
― Yann Martel, Life of Pi
I love that book the Life of Pi.
To believe-
verb 1. to have confidence in the truth, the existence, or the reliability of something, although without absolute proof that one is right in doing so.
2. to have confidence or faith in the truth of (a positive assertion, story,etc.); give credence to.
I can't find any root word that it's broken down into. It just is. I guess either you believe or you don't
In the cove of the lake in Maine, there are clusters of lily pads. Their lotus flowers are free-floating beside them. It looks surreal, no soil visible, just water and the flower. It doesn't seem like such a beautiful and large flower should be able to exist on earth in that way, like orchids hanging in the high branches of trees, it just doesn't seem possible, such beauty in such a deprived landscape. It is hard to believe, but they do, beauty and magic right there.
I found the name of that little blue butterfly from the summer... the azure butterfly, another fleck of the magic of life. It was on a poster at my sons' school. I like the question from the book, "what is your problem with hard to believe?" I think it is probably a question we should ask ourselves every day.
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