Quotes About Heaven

There might not have been the heaven that so many fools advertised, but there certainly was a hell, and it smelled like blood and cold cereal and the family dog.

Heaven's ebon vault, Studded with stars unutterably bright, Through which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls, Seems like a canopy which love has spread To curtain her sleeping world.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!Bird thou never wert,That from Heaven, or near it,Pourest thy full heartIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

The Pilgrim of Eternity [Lord Byron], whose fameOver his living head like heaven is bent,An early but enduring monument,Came, veiling all the lightnings of his songIn sorrow.

It's temples and palaces did seem Like fabrics of enchantment pil'd to heaven.

Title: To the Moon) Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth,-- And ever-changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

The Moon And, like a dying lady lean and pale, Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil, Out of her chamber, led by the insane And feeble wanderings of her fading brain, The moon arose up in the murky east A white and shapeless mass. Art thou pale for weariness Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, Wandering companionless Among the stars that have a different birth, And ever changing, like a joyless eye That finds no object worth its constancy?

There was a Being whom my spirit oft Met on its visioned wanderings far aloft. A seraph of Heaven, too gentle to be human, Veiling beneath that radiant form of woman....

And the abyss shouts from her depth laid bare, Heaven, hast thou secrets? Man unveils me; I have none.

The secret strength of things Which governs thought, and to the infinite dome Of Heaven is as a column, rests on thee, And what were thou and Earth and Stars and Sea If to the human mind's imaginings Silence and solitude were Vacancy?

Speaking the wisdom once they could not think, looking emotions once they feared to feel, and changed to all which once they dared not be, yet being now, made earth like heaven.

when the power of imparting joy Is equal to the will, the human soul Requires no other heaven.

But my soul, From sight and sense of the polluting woe Of tyranny, had long learned to prefer Hell's freedom to the servitude of heaven.

Science struck the thrones of earth and heaven, which shook, but fell not.

Tell me, thou Star, whose wings of light Speed thee in thy fiery flight, In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray Pilgrim of heaven's homeless way, In what depth of night or day Seekest thou repose now? Weary Mind, who wanderest Like the world's rejected guest, Hast thou still some secret nest On tree or billow?

Yes! all is past—swift time has fled away, Yet its swell pauses on my sickening mind; How long will horror nerve this frame of clay? I'm dead, and lingers yet my soul behind. Oh! powerful Fate, revoke thy deadly spell, And yet that may not ever, ever be, Heaven will not smile upon the work of Hell; Ah! no, for Heaven cannot smile on me; Fate, envious Fate, has sealed my wayward destiny.

Heaven has its own doors that open, bringing blessings from God to earth.

Sin was a result of Satan's rebellion in Heaven. Satan then influenced man to disobey God. Heaven and Earth would need blood to restore the bridge between God and man.

call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live." – DEUTERONOMY 30:19

Herald the weirdos! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden. And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.

O what their joy and their glory must be,Those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see!

Heaven is only my next moment here. from "Nethering," Pleiades (vol. 34, no. 2, Summer 2014)

Of course, we all know that dying, rising again, Christ in me, hidden in God, seated in heaven are metaphors—the use of common language to grasp the uncommon, a reality too deep and thick for conventional vocabulary. Following Jesus is an inside-out transformation so thorough that dying and coming back to life is the only adequate way to put it.

In the Bible we've been given the Gospel according to Matthew, to Mark, to Luke, and to John. But there is also a Gospel according to Jesus: the Revelation. In other Gospels, Jesus was incarnated (in-fleshed) in our space and time, speaking our language. In the Revelation, John is out-carnated (out-fleshed) from our space and time so that Jesus can reveal the eternal gospel in the language of heaven.