Quotes About Heaven

IN a heartbeat, the diver is reborn, swallowed into another reality, transformed from a shambling monster into a being of weightless grace. Is this what happens to the spirit at death when it flies up to heaven?

Dying did not bother her at all. We had spoken of this a little in the weeks before. For her, death was the portal to my father. She was eager to see him in heaven. Only one thing bothered her: she was worried, incredibly, that my father might not be there.

Heaven with my angel. It doesn't get any better than this.

Si se paraba un momento a pensar, se sentiría aterrorizada por el futuro, pero ahí, en ese preciso momento... se encontraba en el cielo. -Dime que estás conmigo-le pidió ella. Aidan la besó en la boca con una ternura desgarradora. -Estoy contigo. Era sólo por ahora. Pero, por ahora, era suficiente

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven — and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive — nothing more. No: perhaps I will awake to find myself burning in hell. I think not. I think I will be snuffed out. Black is sleep; black is a fainting spell; and black is death, with no light, no waking.

God has to remind us this isn't heaven by a long shot, so he increases the radios and lethal flies.

All morning the Morning has been blackening, A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart. They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

The human mind is so limited it can only build an arbitrary heaven - and usually the physical comforts they endow it with are naively the kind that can be perceived as we humans perceive - nothing more.

Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.

Where is the knowledge we have lost in information? The cycles of heaven in twenty centuries have bought us farther from God and nearer to the dust

If the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, a friend of mine used to say, the road to Heaven is paved with bullshit and busy work.

What's the light of Heaven look like on earth? Like sunlight streaming through clouds in the tackiest garage sale painting you ever saw. Really, it's so beautiful it's embarrassing. No subtlety whatsoever.

Dear Heaven," said Mercurio, leaning out, "a lunatic is in the garden." "A lunatic is also in the house," Romulan called back at the same quiet carrying pitch. "Shall we compare delusions?

The Great Romance is for you. If only one of you would have followed me, the heavens would not have been able to contain my cries of joy.

What a terrible thing it is for children to see death, you say. We have it all wrong. If you make a child terrified of death, he won't embrace it so easily. And death must be embraced if you wish to follow Christ. Listen to His teaching. 'Unless you become like a child...and unless you take up your cross daily, you cannot enter the kingdom of heaven.' One is not valuable without the other. Janjic Jovic, The Dance of the Dead, 1959

When God calls his children home, there's no death, no sting. There's only new life. Resurrection.

The sight of her stunned me. Ropes of dense fog wrapped around her chest and neck, and the offshoots wove their way into her eyes, her ears, her mouth. She stood in a thin, shifting fog. And she was clearly unaware of any of it. Unaware that she'd bound herself to fear, which blinded her to the kingdom of heaven, in which she was the light.

The kingdom of heaven is the perception of light. If your perception is clear, you will see that your whole body is full of light. Only blindness keeps anyone from seeing it.

Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find.' If you know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give to those who ask him!" My mind filled with

So missed everything in the white, blindfolded, rigid faces of those women. I felt their frailty, yes: friable, burnt aluminium. Fragile, like the mantle of a gas-lamp. But made nothing of that massive, starless, mid-fall, falling heaven of granite stopped, as if in a snapshot, by their hair.

This is where the staring angels go through. This is where all the stars bow down.

He picked up a greasy black stove and chewed it like a toffee. There were delicious crumbs of chrome on it. He followed that with a double-decker bedstead and the brass knobs made his eyes crackle with joy. Never before had the Iron Man eaten such delicacies. As he lay there, a big truck turned into the yard and unloaded a pile of rusty chain. The Iron Man lifted a handful and let it dangle into his mouth - better than any spaghetti. So there they left him. It was an Iron Man's heaven.

The rest of my days I'm going to spend on the sea. And when I die, I'm going to die on the sea. You know what I shall die of? I shall die of eating an unwashed grape. One day out on the ocean I will die--with my hand in the hand of some nice looking ship's doctor, a very young one with a small blond moustache and a big silver watch. Poor lady, they'll say, The quinine did her no good. That unwashed grape has transported her soul to heaven.

human beings dream of life everlasting, that's the reason! But most of them want it on earth and not in heaven.