God Sentence Examples

Was God punishing Destiny because they had been greedy?

If God thought it was wrong, nothing we could have done would have been successful.

God, I'm glad you called.

I have faith only in God and the lofty destiny of our adored monarch.

As a child I loved to sit on his knee and clasp his great hand with one of mine, while Miss Sullivan spelled into the other his beautiful words about God and the spiritual world.

God, you look good to me.

The aunt spoke to each of them in the same words, about their health and her own, and the health of Her Majesty, "who, thank God, was better today."

I was, for a reason known to God alone, much more calm than the situation dictated.

I hope to God it never comes to that.

Go your way and God be with you.

God, I'm sorry, breaking down like that.

You toil not, neither do you spin, yet God takes care of you and your little ones.

Thank god they didn't see my license plate number.

God himself culminates in the present moment, and will never be more divine in the lapse of all the ages.

I don't know what the odds are, but I figure god is responsible for both - don't you think?

It is wisdom that King Solomon asked God for, not intelligence.

God has truly blessed us.

God, I hate it when he whines...

God is punishing my daughter for what you did.

God, look at you!

Hands clasped, she prayed fervently, asking God not to let Destiny suffer for what they had done.

One God is above us both....

God, when he goes it will kill Molly.

Would god take Destiny from them - a trade for the twins?

God, I can't even describe Howie... from mentioning it.

Parkside would remain untainted and a favored place to live and raise healthy, God fearing children who would become model citi­zens like those to whom he spoke.

God, now I've gone and busted the Governor.

God, you guys shook me up!

Mom said God made me special.

You will become the man who slaughters the Grey God.

If God wants us to have children, it will happen.

He bumped into this guy who said he had a friend who couldn't make the tour and the Greek god could take the friend's place.

God, here I am running around the country and he's out there swimming with the fishes.

God, I thought I was so damn smart, changing names, changing vehicles and some old guy and a small town detective find me like I've got a sign around my neck.

If god meant for them to have children, they would – no matter what the doctor said.

Hers was the kind of beauty that made a man notice her in a crowd full of beauties, or a god spot her from others gathered in his orchard for a celebration of his twenty-seventh birthday.

The people around her—the White God she was sworn to serve as a Guardian—needed her.

She felt the sudden urge to run again, as far as she could from her past, Talia's death, the bleak future of the White God and his Guardians.

Your fate is with the White God, Jenn.

With four days at most remaining in her ability to control the Black God, she suspected she'd be dead in five.

Darian had followed her around like a lost puppy before she was assigned to the Black God.

One of their brothers, Jule, had told them quietly where Jenn was after a trip to visit one of the vamps holed up with the Black God.

He'd expected the Grey God's powers to be like the White God's, yet they weren't.

Although he couldn't do everything he'd been able to do as a White God, he'd gained other abilities.

She'd killed one White God and been killed by another.

Of all the White God's brothers, Dusty was the one most likely to understand Xander's position.

God grant it! said Anna Pavlovna.

Now, tell me what's going on or so help me God I'll dump your ass right here in the middle of the square!

God, to think I only charged her half-price on her death certificate business just because she was your friend!

He's about 19 years old and built like a Greek god.

You were trying to protect me too— God, why do men think we can't handle anything!

If god doesn't want us to have children, we won't – and not because some doctor said we can't.

Yet Carmen insisted that any artificial method of conception was sinful – playing God.

I'm the one you should turn to now — and God.

The White God, Darian, strode through his marble halls, the soft footfalls of his leather boots the only sound in the imperial corridor.

Their betrothal was short by White God standards, a matter of six days.

He had a streak of honor that marked him the son of a White God as much as his golden eyes.

They passed the obelisk marked with the White God's lineage.

I'm the White God.

Only a member of the White God's family can kill him.

He walked like he was the White God, with confidence and command.

He leaned over to her and yanked off the necklace marking her as the mate of the White God.

Immobilized, fear rose within her as she watched the Black God lift Darian's bloody form from the ground.

The human world will fall to the Black God if you aren't there to protect it.

She walked through the gateway and imagined herself as important as the White God walking into his palace.

Only the sons of a White God had eyes the color of amber!

She'd never met anything like Xander, who was not deterred by even a god's powers.

If the Others wanted to find a way to keep the Grey God from assuming his role as the Gatekeeper between immortal and mortal worlds, they'd likely find her a good target.

She couldn't help feeling relieved the Black God didn't want her going with him this time.

Jenn drew a knife and obeyed, guessing whatever awaited her couldn't be much worse than the Black God or Original Vamp.

Once a god then a slave, he was just starting to figure out who he was now.

Darian walked down the hall and stairwell to the study where his brother, the White God Damian, was probably plotting how to outsmart the pesky little immortals who'd declared war on them.

Darian watched his little brother, at once proud of the White God that Damian had grown into and crushed by the sense of his own failure.

Damian's nature was not like Darian's and their father's, but he'd shouldered the responsibility to protect humanity and battle the Black God without question.

He was the Grey God.

He'd begun to remember his life as the White God, memories that had been trapped in darkness for so long.

How does the White God get put on babysitting duty?

He shouldn't draw attention using magic this close to the Black God's hideout.

They were passive aggressive with her, hazing her when the Black God and Xander weren't around.

They obeyed faster than they ever would a command from the Black God, who still struggled to control his vamps.

She'd seen him trying to train the Black God a couple of times but never in the ring with any of the vamps.

The Black God's bedroom door was closed for the first time in a week.

Damian had assigned her here to help Jonny root out the vamps who were working with Others in the Black God's ranks.

What dismay she felt at Jonny's first killing a week ago had slid into understanding that the Black God was merely becoming what he was.

Darian found a summer cabin beside a lake in a small logging town near the Black God's hideout.

She was constantly assessing him and had been since she discovered him as a prisoner of the Black God.

He approached what had been one of many former safe houses belonging to the White God near the base of the Tucson Mountains.

He'd had them frequently when Sofi freed him from the Black God.

They weren't far from the Black God's mountain fortress.

My name is Darian, and I'm the Grey God.

Rather than risk Traveling to the center of the phenomenon, Jenn ran down the driveway the vamps had cleared of snow to the narrow country road leading up the mountain to the Black God's hideout.

The Black God's face flashed bright red.

The Black God turned and walked away.

No one was in the White God's study.

The White God winked at him, and Darian resisted the urge to snort.

A look at Jonny sent the Black God back quickly as well.

As a God, you are obligated to follow the few rules you barbarians have here.

As the brother charged with watching over Darian, Dusty had been responsible for keeping the Grey God from killing himself and others during his angry teenager stage.

The Black God bristled with contained power.

Her scent still lingered in the air, and he could almost feel her hands on his body again, caressing him in a way that turned him from a god in control of himself into a fawning teenager.

But I also know he made a mistake long before he became the Black God.

Darian smiled, doubting the White God would remotely agree with the two women before him but proud of them nonetheless.

He sometimes felt like his family treated him like a child when he'd grown overnight into a god.

Since he was freed from his imprisonment to the Black God?

He'd learned a few things about killing from the previous Black God, lessons that would now serve him well.

There's a lot riding on the choices you make as the Grey God.

There's no telling with a Black God.

A Black God does not know restraint.

Because the Grey God's orders trump your better judgment every time.

The Black God looked around him, disoriented, as if he'd been dropped into the foyer and not Traveled there himself.

The Black God didn't give off any of the signs she knew would mean he was lying.

I've heard about the Grey God that existed long ago.

The Grey God existed for a very short time, and he was supposed to balance out the two worlds.

Jenn held her ground when the Black God marched towards her.

It was so before the Schism, when the White God took an Oracle as his bride and was himself betrayed.

If I am fortunate, I will have the Grey God at my command before my demise.

If we can't stop the Grey God, the mortal world will not survive.

It is his destiny as the Grey God.

It will happen this time, the Black God said.

Jonny and his predecessor clearly believed the Grey God was a danger to their own world.

Why do you think the Grey God existed and then was killed?

The Others told me he was enslaved by a Black God.

There's no Black God in the immortal world!

As the White God, he was sworn to protect humanity.

As Grey God, he's destined to destroy a world.

I'm here because it's the will of the White God.

The Black God slapped it over her arm.

You're going to find out how to keep the Grey God from destroying our world.

The Black God didn't move.

I'm the Black God, Jenn.

She flung a knife against the wall in anger then strode out of the Black God's chamber to the ground floor.

She wore the mark of Darian, the firstborn of the White God.

Sofi wore the White God's pendant, Bianca wore Dusty's mark, and Yully wore Jule's.

She wasn't sure what the Black God's priority was, but she wanted to find Darian.

There was a guarded note in the Grey God's voice.

Admittedly, it's hard to keep anything from a jackhammer like the Black God going through your memories.

Her body felt like it had before her assignment to the Black God.

That she'd had a god off balance for so long—and it took losing her magic for him to finally score—was an accomplishment.

Her emotions were twisted when it came to the Grey God.

I took pity on him, not knowing he would become the Black God.

You're not a White God.

Unlike you, a White God had some choice in who he took as a mate.

She was proud of what she'd done, how she'd beaten the White God.

A life with Claire would've been more hellish than a life with the Black God, he said with a smile.

Darian Traveled to Jonny's, appearing in the Black God's chambers.

Clad in boxers, the startled Black God looked up from his computer.

The Black God's face flushed.

The Black God shoved him away and rose.

The Black God's magic swirled around him in fury and agitation.

He'd love a battle with the god that enslaved him.

As Grey God, he had access to magic Czerno didn't.

Jonny was born a god-slayer, the only creature that could take the place of a Black God.

The Black God emerged from his chambers at last, eyeing Darian.

You're not the Grey God.

The lives of the White God's mate, and her best friend's mate, were in her hands.

He treated her as an equal, a partner in a relationship with a wild god, one who respected her enough to let her decide.

She didn't expect her life to change quite so fast or to be accepted into the White God's family with such ease.

Even carrying a White God, Jenn couldn't explain Sofi's pregnancy accelerating so fast, unless …"Wait, exactly how long have you been here?"

The Black God was fighting nearby, hurling black clouds at the Others then trying not to get hit by lightning in return.

He wasn't entirely certain the Black God could be trusted, if not for Bianca being in danger.

The Black God reached them.

Darian saw the hard look on Jonny's face as the Black God bent down to pick up the Oracle.

She glanced at Sofi again before approaching the Black God.

Bianca swallowed hard, reminded of her time being bled near death by the former Black God and his son.

She's no longer your sister, not when she serves the White God.

I'm claiming my rightful place as the Black God, and I'll do it without traitors like you and Jenn at my side.

The Grey God had morphed quickly from someone confused by his world to someone in control of his world.

Black God or not, he'd never forgotten his sister.

Memories of a time when he'd been happy as the White God with his Oracle at his side.

Memories of a time spent in a black hell while his mate helped the Black God keep him enslaved.

It radiated power, the seat of the White God's magic.

The air grew more charged, humming with magic from god and obelisk.

Xander's red eyes went to the unconscious god.

Give my regards to the Grey God.

The Black God came into view, trailed by his storm clouds.

The Black God held her gaze for a moment before turning away.

She needed to know what happened to Darian, if Xander followed through and delivered the Grey God home.

Sofi and Bianca sat, one on each side of the bassinet, peering into it at the fidgeting baby god within.

Seems like the Black God is done playing.

Damian studied him, the White God's power swirling in the space between them.

I'm the Grey God.

If I've learned anything from watching Sofi and Damian, it's that the mate of a god is truly the one with rank.

A part of her still believed it was playing god, though obviously God blessed the twins.

God might not be so forgiving if they did it again.

God knows he deserves it.

Yes. God rest her soul, she was a wonderful wife.

Why don't you go change, and I'll drive you around to look at some of God's country.

They will treat you like a god.

I will grow strong enough to face a God?

Eden stood on top of the tavern overlooking the immortal city of the Grey God.

She, Eden, the Original Human, would be the one who saved the human realm by killing the Gatekeeper, the God who maintained the bridges between worlds.

Eden studied him then faced the dome marking the Grey God's palace.

The Black God and White God are becoming allies.

I can take the Black God next and the White God.

The Black God, Jonny, was one of the three Gods dwelling in the mortal realm.

His gaze went to the body at the Black God's feet.

The Black God was up to something.

Jonny snapped, referring to the time Xander spent training the Black God to do his job.

He didn't need to read Jonny's mind to know the young Black God was reliving something.

Xander tilted his head to the side, following the teenaged God with his senses.

He scared the shit out of everyone he met, the Black God included.

Instead of going home right away, he went to the last location where the Black God had been.

Even more interested in what the Black God was doing, Xander lingered for a few minutes then left.

Oh, god, are you okay?

God, give me patience.

The Black God was gone.

Stronger than his curiosity was the knowledge that he wanted nothing to do with whatever Jonny was planning, no doubt against the White God, his sworn enemy.

Maybe the teen god was figuring things out on his own, after the godslayer floundered for months with the responsibilities that came with leading his army of vamps.

The most patient of the White God's brothers, Jule had a calming influence on those around him, including Xander, who felt his ever-present restlessness retreat some.

Damian, the White God, had tried to task him twice in the past few months.

Sofi, the wife of the White God, Damian, was the most powerful Oracle Xander had ever met in his long history.

He wasn't able to track the Others, a set of creatures known for favoring the Black God's dominance of the human world.

He had newly assumed his position after thousands of years without the Gatekeeper existing, since Xander killed the last Grey God.

Unable to shake his instincts, His thoughts turned to the Black God.

He knew Jule was able to balance his alliance with the White God and his alliance with Xander.

The others he hoped had died when the immortal world was destroyed months ago by the Grey God.

No sooner had he appeared than the Grey God himself materialized.

Wiry and lean, Darian's golden gaze was identical to that of his brother, the White God.

The Grey God was known as the Gatekeeper, the God responsible for tracking and managing the immortals in the human realm.

It is good to see the position of Grey God filled once more.

Though your choice of handing off the vamps to the Black God seems nearsighted.

I didn't turn over the vamps to the Black God.

The Grey God approached.

After the months he spent making sure no one killed the new Black God before Jonny found his footing, Xander began to think he might've …forgotten something.

If so, what was the Black God after?

A decal with the symbol of the White God – a sun and moon with an arrow through it – was in the corner of one window.

The Others were beyond the ability of even an Original Being or a God to sense.

If only the Black God wasn't using her somehow … "Excellent!"

He appeared in the middle of the White God's compound and began walking.

God, she breathed as he stopped behind a new, black sports coupe.

My god this is beautiful.

You took care of the Grey God's issue before the immortal world went up in flames a few months ago.

Xander had no pity for the woman who betrayed the Grey God, Darian, and his brother, the White God.

I could cause some major damage, but I can't kill them like the Grey God can.

It was directed as much at Jessi as at the Black God for sending someone innocent to do his dirty work.

This is the compound of Damian, the White God.

I live here, too, with my mate, the Grey God.

It's our job to protect people against Jonny, the Black God.

She wore headgear and boxing gloves and faced off against a man with the chiseled features of a Greek god, blond hair and sharp blue eyes.

Jessi, this is Damian, the White God and head of the Guardians.

Jessi leaned around Jenn to see what a god looked like.

The God winked at his small wife.

From what Jule said and the fact your girl knows Jonny, I'd say the Black God is using her to get to you.

They both spent weeks with the Black God, after the teenage godslayer took out the former Black God and took his place.

Jonny was a good kid who had to go bad in order to control the vamps at his disposal and counter the White God's influence.

If Xander knew and Jule knew, so did Damian, the White God.

You killed six women and god knows how many men.

The White God, Damian, was cool and wary, his white-blonde hair, golden eyes and subtle white glow the opposite of Xander's darker presence.

He was accompanied by his brother, the Grey God, Darian, whose unusual power bent the air around him in a mix of light and shadows.

Xander didn't move as the Grey God took Jessi's arm.

He assumed it extended no farther than the Black God using Ashley to get to Jessi.

Rather than piss off the White God, Xander sensed he'd walked into a trap of some sort.

The White God didn't invite the Original Vamp into his home out of a sense of kindness or moral obligation.

His piece said, the White God left.

Xander's gaze remained where the White God had been.

He would never admit that the White God was right aloud, but he began to think he already left his safe corner by placing his fate in Jessi's hands.

Xander studied the wily Grey God, aware of Darian's reputation for having a wild streak that bordered on suicidal.

He respected the Grey God, even if he didn't always like him.

He trailed the Grey God into the building.

The Grey God glanced over his shoulder, a curious smile on his face.

He yanked the Grey God to his feet, pausing for a moment.

She walked straight into the Black God's arms.

Dusty's wife was the sister of Jonny, making him the brother with the most personal connection to the Black God.

She'll run to her dear brother, the Black God, who will crush you.

Snapping her eyes closed, she held her breath, until the Black God released her.

Jessi hurried after the Black God, following him into a narrow hallway and what looked like an operations center of some sort.

The Black God began pacing.

She studied the teen god's face.

The Other was quiet for a moment, studying the Black God.

Jessi didn't have time to figure out what the hell was going on between Ashley and the Black God.

Standing in the middle of a dirt road, god-knew-where, stuck between the bristling Black God and Original Other, Jessi couldn't imagine her situation getting worse.

The Black God released Jessi, who started forward.

He turned on the Black God.

Half a head shorter than him, the Black God didn't back down for once when Xander strode to him, stopping when his toes clipped Jonny's.

If you don't start thinking like a God and stop thinking like a hormonal teen, I'll replace you, Xander warned in a low growl.

I am thinking like a God.

The White God took Xander's arm while the Grey God grabbed Jonny's.

Xander shifted between her and Jonny, not trusting the idiot Black God.

She slapped the Black God.

Xander released Ashley and crossed to him, still fuming at the Black God.

I'll need your wife, Jule, the Grey God said as he joined them.

Her own fate was certainly sealed, and she hoped Xander had grabbed Ashley before she returned to the Black God.

A form leapt in between them, and she recognized the laugh as that of the crazy Grey God.

Xander spun and headed the direction of the Grey God.

Familiar anger and pain swirled through him, the same he felt the night he killed the last Grey God.

We may add that according to this view nothing is real but the living spirit of God and the world of living spirits which He has created; the things of this world have only reality in so far as they are the appearance of spiritual substance, which underlies everything.

Vico held God to be the ruler of the world of nations, but ruling, not as the providence of the middle ages by means of continued miracles, but as He rules nature, by means of natural laws.

According to Vico, law emanates from the conscience of mankind, in whom God has infused a sentiment of justice.

He was originally the god of the small river of the same name near Celaenae, an old Phrygian town.

In April 1849, when the Hungarians had won many successes, after sounding the army, he issued the celebrated declaration of Hungarian independence, in which he declared that "the house of HabsburgLorraine, perjured in the sight of God and man, had forfeited the Hungarian throne."

Cook suggests that he may be the god of the stream of Nemi.

It is by no means certain that he made the remark often attributed to him, "Let us enjoy the papacy since God has given it to us," but there is little doubt that he was by nature devoid of moral earnestness or deep religious feeling.

His confessor, Yakov Ignatiev, whom he promised to obey as "an angel and apostle of God," was his chief counsellor in these days.

This difficult task was accomplished by Count Peter Tolstoi, the most subtle and unscrupulous of Peter's servants; but terrorized though he was, Alexius would only consent to return on his father solemnly swearing, "before God and His judgment seat," that if he came back he should not be punished in the least, but cherished as a son and allowed to live quietly on his estates and marry Afrosina.

The Romans had, up to the end of the Republic, accepted only one official apotheosis; the god Quirinus, whatever his original meaning, having been identified with Romulus.

Apotheosis can mean nothing to those who hold that a man may be reborn as a god, but still needs redemption, and that men on earth may win redemption, if they are brave enough.

Even the Virgin Mary, though she is styled Mother of God and Queen of Heaven, receives only dulia or at most hyperdulia.

It was in the latter temple that the statue of the god by Myron stood; it had probably been carried off to Carthage, was given to the temple by P. Scipio Africanus from the spoils of that city and aroused the cupidity of Verres.

In the language of the Christian Church the word " infallibility " is used in a more absolute sense, as the freedom from all possibility of error guaranteed by the direct action of the Spirit of God.

Some see the guarantee, or at least the indication, of infallibility in the consensus of the Church (quod semper, ubique, et ab omnibus) expressed from time to time in general councils; others see it in the special grace conferred upon St Peter and his successors, the bishops of Rome, as heads of the Church; others again see it in the inspired Scriptures, God's Word.

To the translation and interpretation of the Scriptures men might bring a fallible judgment, but this would be assisted by the direct action of the Spirit of God in proportion to their faith.

As for infallibility, this was a direct grace of God, given only to the few.

This universal motive is further connected, as by Paley, through the will of God, with the "general good, the root where out all our rules of conduct and sentiments of honour are to branch."

The mistletoe figures also in Scandinavian legend as having furnished the material of the arrow with which Balder (the sun-god) was slain by the blind god Hoder.

But all the while he was engaged with reflections on the nature of man, of the soul and of God, and for a while he remained invisible even to his most familiar friends.

The theological professors took the alarm at passages in the Meditations; an attempt to prove the existence of God savoured, as they thought, of atheism and heresy.

The remedy proposed by Descartes is (while not neglecting our duties to others, ourselves and God) to let doubt range unchecked through the whole fabric of our customary convictions.

Such a being he identifies with God.

But the ordinary idea of God can scarcely be identified with such a conception.

The God of Descartes is not merely the creator of the material universe; he is also the father of all truth in the intellectual world.

To say that these truths are independent of him is to speak of God as a Jupiter or a Saturn, - to subject him to Styx and the Fates."

To attach a clear and definite meaning to the Cartesian doctrine of God, to show how much of it comes from the Christian theology and how much from the logic of idealism, how far the conception of a personal being as creator and preserver mingles with the pantheistic conception of an infinite and perfect something which is all in all, would be to go beyond Descartes and to ask for a solution of difficulties of which he was 1 Ouvres, vi.

Through the truthfulness of that God as the author of all truth he derives a guarantee for our perceptions in so far as these are clear and distinct.

And it is in guaranteeing the veracity of our clear and distinct conceptions that the value of his deduction of God seems in his own estimate to rest.

The force of the universe is swept up and gathered in God, who communicates motion to the parts of extension, and sustains that motion from moment to moment; and in the same way the force of mind has really been concentrated in God.

Every moment one expects to find Descartes saying with Hobbes that man's thought has created God, or with Spinoza and Malebranche that it is God who really thinks in the apparent thought of man.

The true physical conception is motion, the ultimate ground of which is to be sought in God's infinite power.

Extended body has no limits to its extent, though the power of God has divided it in lines discriminating its parts in endless ways.

We have then to think of a full universe of matter (and matter = extension) divided and figured with endless variety, and set (and kept) in motion by God; and any sort of division, figure and motion will serve the purposes of our supposition as well as another.