Quotes About Heaven

but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is Earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

Don't take this the wrong way, okay? She chuckled grimly. My idea of Hell would be going to Heaven and being forced to pretend I'm like you for the rest of eternity.

An airplane is just so many rows of people sitting and all going in the same direction a long ways off the ground. Going to New York's a lot the way I imagine going to Heaven would be.

It was heaven, but with sex and booze and God's complete permission.

The only thing that makes earth feel like Hell, or Hell feel like Hell, is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Hell is Hell.

That's like, the perfect hotel for me. A hotel with a connected bookstore. It's almost like Heaven.

I figure that if there's a heaven, then there's a room in heaven where you can look over all of history and be anyone you want to be, at a peak moment in their lives. For example, I always say I would choose to be one of Stevie Wonder's backup singers on the Innervisions album.

From a human point of view, out bodily existence is a fairytale. At any rate, to the inhabitants of the human world, 'heaven' and 'the next world' are both nothing but fables.

If I resist the stars and nature…I'll be nothing but a sinner, doing harm against heaven. All for the wish to save my child.

If I resist the stars and nature, I'll be nothing but a sinner, doing a harm against Heaven. But, if destiny doesn't change…the world will become a living hell. And even so, I still wish for the next Lord Ashura…my son to be born.

Living in Hell kept him aware of the possibility of Heaven, and he'd never felt more alive.

Hopelessness is reasonable. But nothing of worth in my life came of reason. Not my love, not my art, not my heaven. So I am hopeful

He loved getting crucified at the summer and winter solstices," Norma told Harry. Norma listened while the invisible presence added something to this. "He says you should try it, Harry. A crucifixion and a good blow job. Heaven on Earth.

we have to listen to the child we once were, the child who still exists inside us. That child understands magic moments. We can stifle its cries, but we cannot silence its voice.The child we once were is still there. Blessed are the children, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.If we are not reborn if we cannot learn to look at life with the innocence and the enthusiasm o childhood it makes no sense to go on living.

But who can resist the seductions of elevators these days, those stepping stones to Heaven, which make relentless verticality so alluring?

It was a glorious June morning. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the ambulances were screaming, and the daylight falling on last night's crime scenes made the blood twinkle like dew in a green heaven.

The elevator world will look like Heaven but not the Heaven you have reckoned.

You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven...

Gloria laughed at them and said that she'd overtaken grief a long time ago, that she was tired of everyone wanting to go to heaven, nobody wanting to die. The only thing worth grieving over, she said, was that sometimes there was more beauty in this life than the world could bear.

They told me Corrigan smashed all the bones in his chest when he hit the steering wheel. I thought, Well at least in heaven his Spanish chick'll be able to reach in and grab his heart.

There'll be lawyers in heaven before you see somethin' so good again.

That's where your friend is, floating up to Heaven

the dewy night unrolls a heaven thickly jewelled with sparkling stars