Quotes About Heaven

We just think we are in the land of the living, and that we're going to die, but when we believe in God the opposite is true. We're in the land of the dying, and because of Jesus we're going to the land of the living. The land where there is no more pain, no more tears, and where we'll be with Christ for eternity.

Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.

We weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.

Communists are also, curiously, utopians—secular utopians. They sought a heaven on earth—for them, an earth without religion. They did so without realizing that utopia is not only elusive but such a literal self-contradiction that it does not exist. The Greek roots of the word are ou topos, or "no place." In other words, there is no utopia, at least not in this world and realm. And yet, communists would pursue this no place with religious-like zeal.

our lietenants knew those splotches in the rafters / were splotches of gangrene and gore / and opportunity was "rife" rather than "ripe." / The rank and file had fallen silent / since we'd held out the idea of heaver or the hereafter.

Blessed are the insulted and the shat upon,' Barbie said. 'For they shall inherit the kingdom of Heaven, which is currently under offer with vacant possession.

With the rain, falls the wisdom of heaven.

They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, heaven or hell is born.

As he looked up at the clouds or down at the precipice, he realized that this woman was the most important thing in his life; that she was the explanation, the sole reason for the existence of those rocks, that sky, that winter. If she were not there with him, it wouldn't matter if all the angels of heaven came flying down to comfort him--Paradise would make no sense.

Then she opened her eyes, Veronika did not think 'this must be heaven'. Heaven would never use a fluorescent tube to light a room, and the pain - which started a fraction of a second later - was typical of the Earth. Ah, that Earth pain - unique, unmistakable.

They say that in the second before our death, each of us understands the real reason for our existence, and out of that moment, Heaven or Hell is born. Hell is when we look back during that fraction of a second and know that we wasted an opportunity to dignify the miracle of life. Paradise is being able to say at that moment: I made some mistakes, but I wasn`t a coward. I lived my life and did what I had to do.

Sometimes an uncontrollable feeling of sadness grips us, he said. We recognize that the magic moment of the day has passed and that we've done nothing about it. Life begins to conceal its magic and its art. 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.

Is our Heaven your God, and is your God our Heaven?' she inquired. 'They are one and the same,' he replied... 'There is only one true God. He has many names.' 'Then anywhere upon the round earth, by whatever seas, those who believe in any God believe in the One?' she asked. 'And so are brothers,' he said, agreeing. 'And if I do not believe in any?' she inquired willfully. 'God is patient,' he said. 'God waits. Is there not eternity?

And what was worship except trust and hope that life and death had meaning because they were created and planned by Heaven?

Some do it for a good deed for the future, that by saving lives they may get merit in heaven, and some do it for righteousness that men may speak well of them. Nevertheless it is a good deed for whatever reason, and some must do it out of a good heart.

How can school help you with the land? he asked. An old grandfather leaned out of the shadows to make answer. Learning clears the mind, he said, and books open the spirit of man to heaven and to the earth. Do you know how to read? Il-han asked. The old man touched his wrinkled eyelids. These two eyes can see only the surface of what life is.

Her anger said, as anger is apt to say, that God was with her— that all heaven, though it were crowded with spirits watching them, must be on her side.

O Innocence, with laughing eyes! Thou art a cherub from the skies, A wanderer from heaven.

I am not so lost in lexicography as to forget that words are the daughters of earth, and that things are the sons of heaven.

What's come to perfection perishes. Things learned on earth we shall practice in heaven; Works done least rapidly Art most cherishes.

O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o'er my head As is a winged messenger of heaven

I still think of Heaven as a liberal-arts school.

I cannot say Who Art in Heaven-If all my interests and pursuits are in earthly things.

All this and heaven too.