Quotes About Heaven

You are but a tiny cluster upon the vines of heaven, where the grapes are worlds; yet you hold the power to ripen your bitter berries and add to the eternal vintage of cosmic sweetness if so you will.

And neither the angels in Heaven aboveNor the demons down under the sea,Can ever dissever my soul from the soulOf the beautiful Annabel Lee.

Because I feel that in the heavens above The angels, whispering one to another, Can find among their burning tears of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore, by that dear name I have long called you, You who are more than mother unto me.

I was a child and she was a child,In this kingdom by the sea,But we loved with a love that was more than love—I and my Annabel Lee—With a love that the wingèd seraphs of HeavenCoveted her and me.

You grow to heaven. You don't go to heaven.

You get to heaven on the arms of people you have helped.

There is no marriage in Heaven, but there is love.

Go to the good heart that is my husband, Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love: – Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him Wrought out my destiny – that through the flesh I won spirit, and through the spirit, peace. There is no marriage in heaven, But there is love.

With shells from the river cover me, cover me. I lived in wonder, worshipping earth and heaven. I have passed on the march eternal of endless life.

You may tempt the upper classesWith your villainous demitasses,But Heaven will protect the working girl.

The Vestal, with her silvery content, ?The Lesbian, with the passion and the pain,— Which creature hath their one Creator lent ?More light of heaven? Who would dare restrain The beams of either? who the radiance mar Of the white planet or the burning star?

It came upon the midnight clear,That glorious song of old,From angels bending near the earthTo touch their harps of gold:"Peace on the earth, good will to menFrom heav'n's all-gracious King."The world in solemn stillness layTo hear the angels sing.

Her angel's faceAs the great eye of heaven shined bright,And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Death slew not him, but he made death his ladder to the skies.

So all we knowOf what they do aboveIs that they happy are, and that they love.

The fasts are done; the Aves said; The moon has filled her horn And in the solemn night I watch Before the Easter morn. So pure, so still the starry heaven, So hushed the brooding air, I could hear the sweep of an angel's wings If one should earthward fare.

JARED DIBBLE Gone to Heaven Like a sign on an office door. Out for lunch. Back at two.

I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell.

Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

One wishes to go on. On this great river one could glide forever-and here we discover the definition of bliss, salvation, Heaven, all the old Mediterranean dreams: a journey from wonder to wonder, drifting through eternity into ever-deeper, always changing grandeur, through beauty continually surpassing itself: the ultimate Homeric voyage.

Destiny is but a phrase of the weak human heart - the dark apology for every error. The strong and virtuous admit no destiny. On earth conscience guides; in heaven God watches. And destiny is but the phantom we invoke to silence the one and dethrone the other.

He who doth not smoke hath either known no great griefs, or refuseth himself the softest consolation, next to that which comes from heaven.

The brightest crowns that are worn in heaven have been tried, and smelted, and polished, and glorified through the furnace of tribulation.

A short prayer pierces heaven.