Quotes About Heaven

Choosing between following God or not is not a matter of getting a ticket punched to heaven.

Son, are you happy? I don't mean to pry, but do you dream of Heaven? Have you ever wanted to die?

May heaven be in my eyes that sin might have less power upon my heart.

Although believers are now pilgrims on earth," says Calvin, "yet by their confidence they surmount the heavens, so that they cherish their future inheritance in their bosoms with tranquillity."[44] What frees us from the vain pursuit of earthly treasure is the hope of treasure in heaven (Matthew 6 v 19-20; 1 Timothy 6 v 17-19).

May heaven be in my heart by faith, and may my heart be in heaven by spiritual meditation.

Do you think heaven's like that? Could be worse, said Serge. You know all those pushy people who keep telling us we're not going to heaven? It could be full of them instead.

The Nobel thing is like dying and going to heaven for a while. It's like being transported to a fairyland.

The only reason I wanted to go to college was so I could go to Notre Dame, and so after I graduate from Notre Dame I could go to heaven.

I wanted to do everything right. I wanted to be good, and I wanted to be obedient, and I wanted to be the object of my parents' pride. I wanted to go to Heaven.

The humblest occupation has in it materials of discipline for the highest heaven.

Was it an hour, or a week before the light of the moon rose in the interior of my body? A bird with luminous wings flew in front of that full moon, and its head was as radiant as a point of light. That bird must be the Khu--this sweet bird of the night--a creature of divine intelligence loaned to us just so much as the Ren or the Sekhem. Yes, the Khu was a light in your mind while you lived, but in death, it must return to heaven. For the Khu was also eternal.

Where, in what cemetery of the heavens, did the tender words of lovers rest when they loved no longer?

Literature as a whole is not an aggregate of exhibits with red and blue ribbons attached to them, like a cat-show, but the range of articulate human imagination as it extends from the height of imaginative heaven to the depth of imaginative hell.

You can go to heaven and never speak in tongues.

or a saint who had spent all his years preparing for his grand entry into heaven, only to discover on his deathbed that heaven was not some blue expanse full of angelic string quartets and opalescent clouds, but an eternity granted for reliving one's happiest moments, and that he had none to remember;

Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.

They, like me, like all of us, had, once upon a time, in a past so far away it seemed like heaven, caught by chance a glimpse of an inner essence, only to forget what it was. It was this lost memory that pained us, reduced us to ruins, though still we struggled to be ourselves.

The poem Ka wrote during the ensuing silence, without a single pause or missing word, he would later call 'Heaven'. If he placed it on the 'Imagination' axis of the snowflake, far from the centre, right at the top, this was not to suggest that Heaven was the future of which we dream: for Ka, Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.

Ambition is the spur that makes man struggle with destiny. It is heaven's own incentive to make purpose great and achievement greater.

Music isn't just a pleasure, a transient satisfaction. It's a need, a deep hunger; and when the music is right, it's joy. Love. A foretaste of heaven. A comfort in grief. Is it too much to think that perhaps God speaks to us sometimes through music? How, then, could I be so ungrateful as to refuse the message?

we'll go fishing." "So it won't be heaven for the fish." "It'll be hell for everybody. But with good moments." "Just like our lives right now

Christianity and Islam were willing to accept rewards in heaven for their sacrifice," said Valentine. "Then they were all selfish pigs

Does this feel like heaven? She asked. He laughed, and not nicely. Well, then, you can't be dead. You forget, he said. This could easily be hell.

Religion does not help me. The faith that others give to what is unseen, I give to what one can touch, and look at. My gods dwell in temples made with hands; and within the circle of actual experience is my creed made perfect and complete: too complete, it may be, for like many or all of those who have placed their heaven in this earth, I have found in it not merely the beauty of heaven, but the horror of hell also.