Quotes About Heaven

If I go to heaven, I'd like Phillip and Fern or Richard and Judy - if they die first - to be waiting for me with a big plate of pork pies with piccalilli. A comforting thought.

When Mom died I couldn't stop crying, but both Angie and I really believe she's in a better place.

The angels taken collectively are called heaven, for they constitute heaven; and yet that which makes heaven in general and in particular is the Divine that goes forth from the Lord and flows into the angels and is received by them.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.

Man takes his law from the Earth; the Earth takes its law from Heaven; Heaven takes its law from the Tao. The law of the Tao is its being what it is.

Some of the evil of my tale may have been inherent in our circumstances. For years we lived anyhow with one another in the naked desert, under the indifferent heaven.

Gifts fall from heaven only in fairy tales.

You see, the goal of the Christian life is not simply to get us into heaven, but to get heaven into us!

John Wesley once said: "Give me one hundred preachers who fear nothing but sin and desire nothing but God…such alone will shake the gates of hell and set up the kingdom of heaven on earth."9

We knew not whether we were in heaven or on earth, for surely there is no such splendour or beauty anywhere upon earth. We cannot describe it to you: only this we know, that God dwells there among men, and that their service surpasses the worship of all other places. For we cannot forget that beauty.

the land of fadeless day lies the city foursquare; it shall never pass away and there is no night there.

When the world began, there were no such things as monsters. Demons were just fallen angels who, booted out of Heaven and bored with Hell, wandered the Earth sticking little girls' pigtails in inkwells and sinking the occasional continent.

It could have been ten." "What's that mean?" "It's a Hellion joke. When God threw them from Heaven, they fell for nine days, so when everything goes to shit you say…" "…It could have been ten.

None of the palaces in Hell come close to Lucifer's in size or beauty. Lucifer lives at the top of a literal ivory tower, miles high. You can't even see the top from the ground. The joke is that he built it that high so he can lean out the window and pound on Heaven's floor with a broom handle when he wants them to turn down the choir.

Maybe that's why Heaven is silent and God doesn't speak to man anymore. Heavenly intervention would blow the point spread.

So, you're the angel of Death?" The angel shook his head, a little embarrassed. "I don't have that honor. In Heaven, I'm the celestial who bears the great golden quills, the silver Chroma, the holy vellums upon which the Lord God inscribes the fate of the universe." Tiras's eyes narrowed. "You're in charge of office supplies. You're the angel of office supplies." The

Lucifer was his name in Perdition. In Heaven, he's Samael.

What is this place? Heaven?" Her father laughed. "That's everyone's first question." "It's not hell, is it?" "That's everyone's second question," he said.

Heaven for the weather and Hell for the company." "Who said that?" "Mark Twain.

Soon I see that I was right. A bright pinprick of light flares in the distance. It's either Heaven or we're about to get hit by the 3:10 to Yuma.

You mean there are miserable, depressed assholes in Heaven, too?" "Of course." "A lot?" "Enough." "And they piss everyone off?" "They sure do." "Good." She bumps her shoulder into mine. "It's nice to see you.

I guess with Heaven closed to mortals, it's been on my mind. Poor slobs living so-called good lives, praying for Heaven and ending up eyeball-deep in shit with all the other losers." "It sounds like you actually feel sorry for the righteous." "Fuck the righteous. I just don't like con jobs. You angels built Heaven and Hell, but you don't want kids playing on your lawns, so you locked everybody out.

The universe is a meat grinder and we're just pork in designer shoes, keeping busy so we can pretend we're not all headed for the sausage factory. Maybe I've been hallucinating this whole time and there is no Heaven and Hell. Instead of having to choose between God and the devil, maybe our only real choice comes down to link or patty?

What . . . what did you do to Marv?' 'He's all right.' Her eyes lowered to Roy's knife hand. He glanced down. His hand was shiny red. 'So I lied,' he said. 'God in heaven! O merciful God!