Browsing Topic Best God Is Dead Quotes

If something is in me which can be called religious then it is the unbounded admiration for the structure of the world so far as our science can reveal it.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don’t you see, everybody hates God now. It’s not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It’s that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

God is dead, God remains dead, and we have killed him.

It was, of course, a lie what you read about my religious convictions, a lie which is being systematically repeated. I do not believe in a personal God and I have never denied this but have expressed it clearly. If something is in me which can be called religious then it is the unbounded admiration for the structure of the world so far as our science can reveal it.

PROCTOR, his mind wild, breathless: I say–I say–God is dead!

God is dead but my hair is perfect.

I do not believe in a personal God and I have never denied this but have expressed it clearly.

we know God is dead, they’ve told us, but listening to you I wasn’t sure.

God is dead not because He doesn’t exist, but because we live, play, procreate, govern, and die as though He doesn’t.

Woman was God’s second mistake.

God is Dead; but given the way of men, there may still be caves for thousands of years in which his shadow will be shown. And we – we still have to vanquish his shadow, too.

Have you heard of that madman who lit a lantern in the bright morning hours, ran to the market place, and cried incessantly, I seek God! I seek God! As many of those who do not believe in God were standing around just then, he provoked much laughter…Whither is God, he cried. I shall tell you. We have killed him – you and I. All of us are murderers…. God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him.

One of the awful things about writing when you are a Christian is that for you the ultimate reality is the Incarnation, the present reality is the Incarnation, and nobody believes in the Incarnation; that is, nobody in your audience. My audience are the people who think God is dead. At least these are the people I am conscious of writing for.

Existentialism is possible only in a world where God is dead or a luxury, and where Christianity is dead.

Your god is dead and only the ignorant weep. And if you claim there is a hell, then we shall meet there!

Indeed, at hearing the news that ‘the old god is dead’, we philosophers and ‘free spirits’ feel illuminated by a new dawn; our heart overflows with gratitude, amazement, forebodings, expectation – finally the horizon seems clear again, even if not bright; finally our ships may set out again, set out to face any danger; every daring of the lover of knowledge is allowed again; the sea, our sea, lies open again; maybe there has never been such an ‘open sea’.

Men to whom God is dead worship one another.

Whether or not God is dead: it is impossible to keep silent about him who was there for so long.

If God does not exist, everything is permitted.

God is dead. Marx is dead. And I don’t feel so well myself.

In the nineteenth century the problem was that God is dead. In the twentieth century the problem is that man is dead.

God is dead, but considering the state the species man is in, there will perhaps be caves, for ages yet, in which his shadow will be shown.

God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

It’s strange that in an age when we pride ourselves on our independence of thought we meekly submit without further question to the declaration of a clearly unbalanced nineteenth century philosopher that God is dead! That’s cheeky, of course – and one rarely comes away from reading Nietzsche without learning something new and significant. He’s certainly FAR more unsettling for faith than any contemporary atheist I know of.

I teach you the Overman. Man is something which shall be surpassed.

God is dead. Let us not understand by this that he does not exist or even that he no longer exists. He is dead. He spoke to us and is silent. We no longer have anything but his cadaver. Perhaps he slipped out of the world, somewhere else like the soul of a dead man. Perhaps he was only a dream…God is dead.

What can you say about a society that says God is dead and Elvis is alive?

If we do not die to ourselves, we cannot live to God, andhe that does not live to God, is dead.

The statement that ‘God is dead’ comes from Nietzsche and has recently been trumpeted abroad by some German and American theologians. But the good Lord has not died of this; He who dwells in the heaven laughs at them.

If God is dead, somebody is going to have to take his place. It will be megalomania or erotomania, the drive for power or the drive for pleasure, the clenched fist or the phallus, Hitler or Hugh Hefner.

Nietzsche says God is dead. Probably now God says Nietzsche is dead! The one that will die is religion, not the God! God will always live!

God is dead, and no one cares! If there is a hell I’ll see you there!

There never was a God. ‘God is dead’ is a halfway measure I won’t go with.

We tell ourselves that God is dead, when what we mean is that God is Dad, and we wish him dead.