Quotes About Heaven

Surely heaven must have something of the color and shape of whatever village or hill or cottage of which the believer says, This is my own.

and your grandfather said, 'Suffer little children to come unto Me': and what did He mean by that? how, if He meant that little children should need to be suffered to approach Him, what sort of earth had He created; that if they had to suffer in order to approach Him, what sort of Heaven did He have?)

El ascensor que me esperaba para llevarme al Cielo podía ser la mejor toma de Hollywood de una caja para momias Bauhaus: un sarcófago angosto, vertical, con una tapa acrílica transparente

The sound it made was like a world ending, like the wires that hold heaven snapping and coiling across the sky

His manual of heaven and hell lay open before me, and I could perceive my nothingness in this scheme.

Let me think in pictures again. If I imagine heaven metaphorically dazzled into colours, the pure white light spread out in a cascade richer than a peacock's tail then I see that one of the colours lay over me. I was innocent of guilt, unconscious of innocence; happy, therefore, and unconscious of happiness. Perhaps the full sheaf of colours is never to be experienced by the human being since if they experience these colours they must lie in the past or on someone else.

Common sense is BETTER for one sphere of life, science for another, philosophic criticism for a third; but whether either be TRUER absolutely, Heaven only knows.

In the beginning God created Heaven and Earth. Man, a bit later, created the fable that the dog, when he understands, always wants to please.

Heaven might not be what everyone thinks it is, but that don't mean it's a myth.

Tip, if I had a ticket to heaven and you didn't have one too, I would give mine away and go to hell with you. Ronald Reagan

What do I know from dybbuks? I'm a dyed-in-the-wool atheist. The only people in the Lower East Side who know from dybbuks are rabbis. And they're all just gutless bourgeois reactionaries who want us to let the Morgaunts of the world stomp all over us so we can reap our reward in heaven or Brooklyn— neither of which, allow me to point out, has ever been scientifically proven to exist.

I pray we are attuned to the ways the kingdom is breaking into our lives as we seek the justice of heaven here on earth.

Heaven lent you a soul Earth will lend a grave.

I have come to think that's where Heaven is, a place in the memories of other where our best selves live

I've come to think that's what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on. Maybe

Angel's trumpet. Beautiful, in'it? Eating these flowers makes your troubles go away. Problem is, too much will kill ye." She laughed. "It got its name because it's the last thing you'll see before ascending into heaven.

The bitterness and alcohol and depression are stripped away from these phantom incarnations, and they console and protect me in death as they never did in life. I've come to think that's what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

I wonder what those stars are meant to represent. They must be proof that you are especially worthy, that you shine a little brighter than everyone else. But if you wake with the blessed in heaven, isn't that enough? Haven't you achieved the most you could've hoped for? The

He llegado a pensar que eso es el cielo: un lugar en el recuerdo de otros donde pervive lo mejor de nosotros.

life. I've come to think that's what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

I've come to think that's what heaven is—a place in the memory of others where our best selves live on.

Oh foolishest fond folly of a heart Divided, neither here nor there at rest! That hankers after Heaven, but clings to earth That neither here nor there knows thorough mirth, Half-choosing, wholly missing, the good part: — Oh fool among the foolish, in thy quest. ~ Later Life: A Double Sonnet of Sonnets

I remember times when I lived in a crucible of troubled phantoms, and faltered in the long, painful struggle for identity. But for me there was always a glimmering promise that lay ahead; with the help of God, a promise that has been fulfilled. I found the oldest gift of heaven--to be myself.

I have always been sure That when [the Day of Judgement] comes it will come in autumn. Heaven, I am quite sure, wouldn't disappoint The bulbs.