Quotes About Heaven

Where I a pris'ner chain'd, scarce freely drawThe air imprison'd also, close and damp,Unwholsome draught; but here I feel amends,The breath of heav'n fresh blowing, pure and sweet,With day-spring born; here leave me to respire.Milton'sSampson Agonistes.

AMPLITUDE  (A'MPLITUDE)   n.s.[amplitude, Fr. amplitudo, Lat.]1. Extent. Whatever I look upon, within the amplitude of heaven and earth, is evidence of human ignorance.Glanville'sScepsis.2. Largeness;

More joy in heaven over one sinner that repenteth, than over ninety-and-nine just persons, who need it not.

Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing, Beloved from pole to pole! To Mary Queen the praise be given! She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven, That slid into my soul.

And in Life's noisiest hour, There whispers still the ceaseless Love of Thee, The heart's Self-solace and soliloquy. You mould my Hopes, you fashion me within ; And to the leading Love-throb in the Heart Thro' all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat ; You lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light, Like the fair light of Dawn, or summer Eve On rippling Stream, or cloud-reflecting Lake. And looking to the Heaven, that bends above you, How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you.

I look'd to Heav'n, and try'd to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came and made My heart as dry as dust.

EPITAPH ON AN INFANT Ere Sin could blight or Sorrow fade,   Death came with friendly care: The opening Bud to Heaven convey'd,   And bade it blossom there.

Fragment 6" The Moon, how definite its orb! Yet gaze again, and with a steady gaze— 'Tis there indeed,—but where is it not?— It is suffused o'er all the sapphire Heaven, Trees, herbage, snake-like stream, unwrinkled Lake, Whose very murmur does of it partake And low and close the broad smooth mountain Is more a thing of Heaven than when Distinct by one dim shade and yet undivided from the universal cloud In which it towers, finite in height.

God always seeth man from heaven and the angels report to Him every hour.

It was made clear to me that I wasn't supposed to trouble the moody Creator with any pesky questions about the eccentricities of His cosmic system....Thus my idea of heaven was that I got to spend eternity sitting at the feet of God, grilling Him. Let me get this straight, I'd say, by way of introduction. It's your position that every person born has to suffer because Eve couldn't resist a healthy between-meals snack?

Never have I enjoyed such swearing, before or since. Sir, on that memorable day, he swore like an angel from Heaven.

But maybe time was invented so that misery might have an end. So that it shouldn't last forever? There may be something in this. And bliss, just the opposite, is eternal? There is no time in bliss. All the clocks were thrown out of heaven.

Free personalities getting no help from either deaf heaven or neutral earth were facing mortally dangerous choices which would determine the future of civilization.

Si queremos experimentar el amor, la alegría, la paz del cielo desde ahora, debemos hacerlo en Cristo. Eso no significa que se nos evitará el dolor. San Pablo identifica sus sufrimientos con una crucifixión que acepta de buen grado. Si ni Jesús ni Pablo quedaron eximidos de sufrimientos, nadie debería esperar quedar eximido.

Loving difficult people will refine us. Perhaps only in heaven will our love be so perfected that we can actually like these people, too. St. Augustine spoke of a man who, on earth, had chronic gas problems; in heaven, his flatulence became perfect music.

When we begin to see that heaven awaits us in the Mass, we begin already to bring our home to heaven. And we begin already to bring heaven home with us.

To my friends and colleagues, too—and anyone else I can corner for long enough to deliver a monologue—this idea, that the Mass is "heaven on earth," arrives as news, very good news.

Remember that Israel's tradition always had men worshiping in imitation of angels. Now, as Revelation shows, both heaven and earth participate together in a single act of loving worship.

Moreover, we cannot ascend to heaven if we flee the battle. God has destined us, the Church, to be the Bride of the Lamb. Yet we cannot rule if we do not first conquer the forces that oppose us, the powers who are pretenders to our throne.

They knew that their story wasn't over when their life was over—that their bodies, somehow, someway, were destined to be a part of that story, and so it mattered where and how those bodies were buried. When the day came to go to the "city" God had "prepared for them," they wanted to walk into that city together, as a family.

It was a light that shone over our faces, our wounds and scars. It was a light so brilliant and white it could have been beamed from heaven, and Brian and I could have been angels, basking in it. But it wasn't, and we weren't.

He'd have improved if you'd not given Him a mere glimmer of the light in heaven; He calls it Reason, and it has only increased His power to be beastlier than a beast.

When he is by, I could not pray to Heaven.

All comes at last to feeling; Name is but sound and smoke, Beclouding Heaven's warm glow.