Quotes About Heaven

Sunt lacrimi care sfredelesc p?mântul ÅŸi r?sar ca aÅŸtrii pe alte ceruri. Cine ne-o fi plâns stelele noastre?

Vocea viorii este zgomotul pe care-l face, deschizandu-se, poarta paradisului.

The roads to heaven have been worn smooth by all the erring instincts. Indeed, heaven was born of these errors.

we ascend to the abyss, we fall into heaven.

The confessional? a rape of conscience perpetrated in the name of heaven. And that other rape, psychological analysis

Parting is all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell.

Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights; where I woke sobbing for joy.

He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.

Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne'er returned again!

No coward soul is mine,No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere:I see Heaven's glories shine,And faith shines equal, arming me from fear.

I see heaven's glories shine and faith shines equal.

I reckon—when I count at all—First—Poets—Then the Sun—Then Summer—Then the Heaven of God—And then—the List is done—But, looking back—the First so seemsTo Comprehend the Whole—The Others look a needless Show—So I write—Poets—All—

I took one Draught of Life—I'll tell you what I paid—Precisely an existence—The market price, they said.They weighed me, Dust by Dust—They balanced Film with Film,Then handed me my Being's worth—A single Dram of Heaven!

I am glad you love the Blossoms so well. I hope you love Birds too. It is economical. It saves going to Heaven.

He comes with western winds, with evening's wandering airs, With that clear dusk of heaven that brings the thickest stars; Winds take a pensive tone and stars a tender fire And visions rise and change which kill me with desire

And the Temple again shall be built, And filled as it was of yore; And the burden be lift from the heart of the world, And the nations all adore; Prayers to the throne of Heaven Morning and eve shall rise, And unto and not of the Lamb Shall be the sacrifice.

I cannot be content with less than Heaven.

May such a calm triumphant course To sacred souls be given, That, river-like, though born on earth, They image only Heaven.

In behalf of human liberty, dignity, and prosperity, we believe it our duty to recover from heaven the goods which it has stolen and return them to earth.... It is now the freethinkers' turn to pillage heaven by their audacious impiety and scientific analysis.

In the historic movements of scientific thought I see, or think I see, drifts and currents such as astronomers detect among the stars of heaven.

Between the humble and contrite heart and the majesty of Heaven there are no barriers; the only password is prayer.

White and shining virgin of all human virtues, ark of the covenant between earth and heaven, tender and strong companion partaking of the lion and of the lamb, Prayer! Prayer will give you the key of heaven! Bold and pure as innocence, strong, like all that is single and simple, this glorious, invincible Queen rests, nevertheless, on the material world; she takes possession of it; like the sun, she clasps it in a circle of light.

Love is the poetry of the senses. It has the destiny of all that which is great in man and of all that which proceeds from his thought. Either it is sublime, or it is not. When once it exists, it exists forever and goes on always increasing. This is the love which the ancients made the child of heaven and earth.

The higher thy flight the less canst thou see the abysses. There are none in heaven.