Quotes About Heaven

The mind is its own place, and in it self Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

But now at last the sacred influence Of light appears, and rom the walls of Heav'n Shoots far into the bosom of dim Night A glimmering dawn; here Nature first begins her farthest verge, and Chaos to retire As from her outmost works a broken foe With tumult less and with less hostile din

Henceforth I flie not Death, nor would prolong   Life much, bent rather how I may be quit   Fairest and easiest of this combrous charge,   Which I must keep till my appointed day   Of rendring up. MICHAEL to him repli'd.     Nor love thy Life, nor hate; but what thou livst   Live well, how long or short permit to Heav'n:

Now glowed the firmament With living sapphires:

Wait...The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

Whom hast thou then, or what, to accuse, but heaven's free love dealt equally t'all?

Nor love thy life, nor hate; but what thou liv'st Live well, how long or short permit to Heaven.

Th' Angelic Guards ascended, mute and sad   For Man, for of his state by this they knew,   Much wondring how the suttle Fiend had stoln   Entrance unseen. Soon as th' unwelcome news   From Earth arriv'd at Heaven Gate, displeas'd   All were who heard, dim sadness did not spare   That time Celestial visages, yet mixt   With pitie, violated not thir bliss.

The mind is its own place, and in it self 255: Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

He spake: and to confirm his words, out flew Millions of flaming swords, drawn from the thighs Of mighty Cherubim; the sudden blaze Far round illumin'd hell: highly they rag'd Against the Highest, and fierce with grasped Arms Clash'd on thir sounding shields the din of war, Hurling defiance toward the Vault of Heav'n.

In this unhappy Mansion, or once more 269: With rallied Arms to try what may be yet 270: Regaind in Heav'n, or what more lost in Hell?

One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, and what I should be... And what I should be

One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, and what I should be...

The mind is its own place, and in itself103 255 Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

Me miserable! Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell. And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.

Vain war with Heaven; and, by success untaught, His proud imaginations thus displayed:—

The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can makes a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven

whose eye Views all things at one view? He from Heaven's height

Which I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep still threatening to devour me opens wide, to which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven

Belial came last, than whom a spirit more lewd, Fell not from Heaven, or more gross to love Vice for itself: to him no temple stood Or altar smoked; yet who more oft than he In temples and at altars, when the priest Turns atheist, as did Eli's sons, who filled With lust and violence the house of God. In courts and palaces he also reigns And in luxurious cities, where the noise Of riot ascends above their loftiest tow'rs

254: The mind is its own place, and in it self 255: Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n.

El espíritu vive en sí mismo, y en sí mismo puede hacer un cielo del infierno, o un infierno del cielo. ¿Qué importa el lugar donde yo resida, si soy el mismo que era, si lo soy todo, aunque inferior a aquel a quien el trueno ha hecho más poderoso?

Mortals that would follow me, Love virtue, she alone is free, She can teach ye how to climb Higher than they sphery chime; Or if virtue feeble were, Heaven itself would stoop to her.