Quotes About Hell

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell!

Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex: We cannot fight for love, as men ay do; We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

Hell and night Must bring this monstrous birth to the world's light.

Fare thee well/ A fiend like thee might bear my soul to hell.

Hot from hell. Caesar's spirit raging in revenge. Cry,havoc! And let slip the dogs of war.

what? drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee

El infierno está vacío, y todos los diablos están aquí.

This is a lot of knocking! Come to think of it, if a man were in charge of opening the gates of hell to let people in, he would have to turn the key a lot.

You wait on nature's mischief. Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark To cry "Hold, hold!

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!— Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell

Sure, Gump," he say. "What the hell—we will even get him accommodations in first class.

I am also at this point accustomed to reaffirm with emphasis my conviction that the sun is real, and also that it is hot--in fact as hot as Hell, and if the metaphysicians doubt it they should go there and see.

If doubt is near neighbor to the heart, that may turn sour on the soul. There is both scorning and adorning when a man's undaunted mind turns pied like the magpie's hue. Yet he may still enjoy bliss, for both have a share in him, Heaven and Hell. Inconstancy's companion holds entirely to the black colour and will, indeed, take on darkness's hue, while he who is constant in his thoughts will hold to the white.

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.

Isn't it ironic, Richard Parker? We're in hell yet still we're afraid of immortality.

When all the world dissolves,And every creature shall be purified,All places shall be hell that is not Heaven.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribedIn one self place; for where we are is hell,And where hell is there must we ever be.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it:Think'st thou that I who saw the face of God,And tasted the eternal joys of Heaven,Am not tormented with ten thousand hells,In being deprived of everlasting bliss?

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd one self place; for where we are is Hell, and where Hell is, there must we ever be.

Mephistopheles: Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it. Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God And tasted the eternal joys of heaven, Am not tormented with ten thousand hells In being deprived of everlasting bliss?

Fools that will laugh on earth, most weep in hell.

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be.

Mephistopheles: Within the bowels of these elements, Where we are tortured and remain forever. Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self place, for where we are is hell, And where hell is must we ever be. And, to conclude, when all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that is not heaven.