Quotes About Heaven

Coming Home. Well darling....sometimes God loves people, specially much and he feels they have done everything they had to do, and then he takes them up to Heaven with him. Does he love everybody that much? Yes, he loves everybody, but he lets some people stay here for a very long time. And other people, he takes up with him a little sooner.

The energy of God's intent flooded the new heaven and earth with light on the very first day of Genesis. Light's potent good thus pervaded the evenings and the mornings when the seas separated from the dry lands, and the earth brought forth grass and fruit trees - even before God set the sun, moon and stars in the firmament on the fourth day.

The choice we face is not, as many imagine, between heaven and hell. Rather, the choice is between heaven and this world. Even a fool would exchange hell for heaven; but only the wise will exchange this world for heaven.

maybe one day we all had wings and one day we'll all have wings again. D'you think the baby had wings? Oh, I'm sure that one had wings. Just got to take one look at her. Sometimes I think she's never quite left Heaven and never quite made it all the way here to Earth. She smiled, but there were tears in her eyes. Maybe that's why she has such trouble staying here, she said.

Anyway, in the end, I don't really believe in Heaven at all and i don't believe in perfect angles. I think that this might be the only Heaven there can possibly be, this world we live in now, but we haven't quite realized it yet.

Kam reikalingi mentikauliai? - Sako, tose vietose buvo tavo sparnai. Kai buvai angelas. Dar sako, kad vien? dien? jie ten v?l išaugs. - Kaip manai, ar mažyl? tur?jo sparnus? - Esu tikra, kad taip. Tik pažvelk ? j?. Kartais man atrodo, kad iš tikr?j? ji dar nepaliko dangaus ir nepasiek? žem?s.

She did not believe in a benign higher being. She could not. She had suffered too much to think of a heavenly force in the sky that would let such evil walk the earth without lifting a hand to stop it.

And asking people to take the time to read and actually think about stuff? Heaven forbid.

I believe the stars are the headlights of angels driving from heaven to save us to save us...Won't you look at the sky? They're driving from heaven into our eyes. And though final words are so hard to devise, I promise that I'll always remember your pretty eyes.

Look up here, I'm in heaven I've got scars that can't be seen I've got drama, can't be stolen Everybody knows me now - Lazarus

Self-actualization is what educated existence is all about. For members of the educated class, life is one long graduate school. When they die, God meets them at the gates of heaven, totes up how many fields of self-expression they have mastered, and then hands them a divine diploma and lets them in.

For as sure as the Lip of Truth hath told us, that there is but One that is good, so sure is it, that not a Spark of Goodness, nor a Breath of Piety, can be in any Creature, either in Heaven, or on Earth, but by that Divine Spirit, which is the Breath of God, breathed from himself into the Creature.

For as nothing can fall to the Earth, but because it has the Nature of the Earth in it; so it is a Truth of the utmost Certainty, that nothing can ascend towards Heaven, or have the least Power to unite with it, but that very Spirit which came down from Heaven, and has the Nature of Heaven in it.

though Miss Rebecca Sharp has twice had occasion to thank Heaven, it has been, in the first place, for ridding her of some person whom she hated, and secondly, for enabling her to bring her enemies to some sort of perplexity or confusion; neither of which are very amiable motives for religious gratitude

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

My words fly up, my thoughts remain below: Words without thoughts never to heaven go.

Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince; And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night; Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night...

My soul is in the sky.

The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven, And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

If I were to kiss you then go to hell, I would. So then I can brag with the devils I saw heaven without ever entering it.

I am very proud, revengeful, ambitious, with more offences at my beck than I have thoughts to put them in, imagination to give them shape, or time to act them in. What should such fellows as I do crawling between earth and heaven? We are arrant knaves, all. Believe none of us.

But man, proud man, Dress'd in a little brief authority, Most ignorant of what he's most assur'd— His glassy essence—like an angry ape Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven As makes the angels weep; who, with our spleens, Would all themselves laugh mortal.