Quotes About Heaven

The clients will negotiate or bargain always in any profession even if the sales person offers them heaven.

I would rather be a ghost drifting by your side as a condemned soul than enter heaven without you.

I might have speculated on my chances of going to Heaven; but candidly I did not care. I could not have wept if I had tried. I had no wish to review the evils of my past. But the past did seem to have been a bit wasted. The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions: the road to Heaven is paved with lost opportunities.

The road to Hell may be paved with good intentions: the road to Heaven is paved with lost opportunities.

True love begins in heaven's bower, Unfolds on earth a perfect flower.

that heaven might be no further afield than the hearts of those people who remember us with love.

Most people give little enough real thought to their own mortality. Oh yes, they gabble on about heaven and the bosom of Abraham, but really, they are weary of life almost from the time they're born, and are only waiting for it all to end. They live their days quietly, obscurely, and underneath their daily toils, they long for oblivion.

But if we get our souls saved, we go to Heaven, and Heaven is for eternity. We'll never have to worry about the environment from then on. That's the most important thing. I'm thinking long-term.

We're on this earth for a limited amount of time," he says, leaning on the edge of the window. "But if we get our souls saved, we got to Heaven, and Heaven is for eternity. We'll never have to worry about the environment from then on. That's the most important thing. I'm thinking *long-term*.

Joy! A spark of fire from heaven . . . Drunk with fire we dare to enter, Holy One, inside your shrine.

The human race is the basis on which heaven is founded, is because man was last created, and that which is last created is the basis of all that precedes.

God bless my mother; I know you're looking down on me.

Not lost, but gone before.

Like the rest of the devout, he was incapable of understanding that the Holy One's face is never turned away but constantly looks down on all creatures with a beneficence that they are too busy apologizing for their unworthiness and performing their good works and assuring Heaven of their unfailing devotion to notice.

The Kingdom of God is where we belong. It is home, and whether we realize it or not, I think we are all of us homesick for it. -Originally published in The Clown in the Belfry and later in Secrets in the Dark

It is good to think that in Heaven all troubles will be over, that war and carnage will be no more, that all injustice, cruelty and wrong shall be no more; but incomparably better is it for a man to gird on the whole armour of truth and righteousness, and wage war with these evils, and banish them from the Earth -- and thus have the will of God done on Earth as done in Heaven.

Man is the cruelest animal, says Zarathustra. When gazing at tragedies, bull-fights, crucifixations he hath hitherto felt happier than at any other time on Earth. And when he invented Hell...lo, Hell was his Heaven on Earth; he could put up with suffering now, by contemplating the eternal punishment of his oppressors in the other world.

And when he invented his hell, that was his heaven on earth.

It is not your sin - it is your moderation that cries to heaven; your very sparingness in sin cries to heaven!

The 'Kingdom of Heaven' is a condition of the heart — not something that comes 'upon the earth' or 'after death'.

to be sure: except ye become as little children, ye shall not enter into that kingdom of heaven [and Zarathustra pointed upward with his hands]. but we have no wish whatever to enter into the kingdom of heaven: we have become men — so we want the earth.

May heaven have mercy on the European intellect if one wanted to subtract the Jewish intellect from it.

Who art thou then, O my soul! (and here [Zarathustra] became frightened, for a sunbeam shot down from heaven upon his face. O heaven above me, said he sighing, and sat upright, thou gazest at me? Thou hearkenest unto my strange soul? When wilt thou drink this drop of dew that fell down upon all earthly things—when wilt thou drink this strange soul— —When, thou well of eternity! thou joyous, awful, noontide abyss! when wilt thou drink my soul back into thee?

In the end one has to do everything oneself in order to know a few things oneself: that is, one has a lot to do. But a curiosity of my type remains after all the most agreeable of all vices—sorry, I meant to say: the love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.—