Quotes About Hell

Where do bad folks go when they die? They don't go to Heaven where the angels fly They go to the lake of fire and fry Won't see 'em again 'til the Fourth of July

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Damn me to hell or take me to heaven, but for Gods sake, do it now....

In that atrocious second I understood that desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual idea of hell and its horror.

I found that I couldn't muster any belief in a literal heaven or hell, anyway. I thought the best we could all do was to look after one another and clean up the various hells we've made right here on earth.

Was an eternity of absolute ease just another name for hell?

Mars is a rock - cold, empty, almost airless, dead. Yet it's heaven in a way. We can see it in the night sky, a whole other world, but too nearby, too close within the reach of the people who've made such a hell of life here on Earth.

Hell is the impossibility of reason.

Literature can only imagine hell. For us, the rainy season was a living hell. The epic poets of Hindi have not even touched upon the terrible sufferings of the villages. What a monstrous truth that is.

I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me to believe in the existence of heaven.

I was frightened even by God. I could not believe in His love, only in His punishment. Faith. That, I felt, was the act of facing the tribunal of justice with one's head bowed to receive the scourge of God. I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me to believe in the existence of heaven.

I was frightened even by God. I could not believe in His love, only in His punishment. Faith. That, I felt was the act of facing the tribunal of justice with one's head bowed to receive the scourge of God. I could believe in hell, but it was impossible for me believe in the existence of heaven.

The agonies I have suffered night after night have made for a hell composed of an infinite diversity of tortures, but—though this is a very strange way to put it—the wound has gradually become dearer to me than my own flesh and blood, and I have thought its pain to be the emotion of the wound as it lived or even its murmur of affection.

I trembled all over. I might have guessed that someone would detect that I had deliberately missed the bar, but that Takeichi should have been the one came as a bolt from the blue. I felt as if I had seen the world before me burst in an instant into the raging flames of hell. It was all I could do to suppress a wild shriek of terror.

Eu temia inclusive a Deus. Não podia crer em amor divino, apenas em punição divina. Fé. Isso, para mim, era como encarar cabisbaixo o tribunal dos céus, somente para poder receber uma chicotada de Deus. Ainda que acreditasse no inferno, por mais que tentasse, não podia acreditar na existência do céu.

Beware of any belief that makes you self-indulgent or self-gratifying; that belief came from the pit of hell itself, regardless of how beautiful it may sound.

The Tenth Commandment sends a message to socialists, to egalitarians, to people obsessed with fairness, to American presidential candidates in the year 2000 - to everyone who believes that wealth should be redistributed. And that message is clear and concise: Go to Hell.

It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.

Love and hell are alike in that respect; they are what you bring to them. The script is yours; only the props are furnished.

had just apologized to me. Hell must have been experiencing some climate change.

No, really," I said. "Now that we know that Flores is really this nasty, fiery, superpowerful nothing-can-kill-me demon from hell, maybe we should consider just giving Christy to him?

There was another pause, then the Marrok said in that light pleasant tone that warned everyone who knew him that all hell was about to break loose.

There was a kind of special-hell dimension that existed only when boredom and terror combined, because numbness never quite settles.

I wasn't always a demon. My name is Maggie Frew, and I grew up a simple human girl in suburban Iowa. I don't carry a pitchfork, or have a forked tail. I'm not a creature from Hell. I'm a political campaign manager. Though, I guess some people might argue those are the same thing.