Quotes About Hell

Ah,' the innkeeper said. 'So you were getting ready to drink then?' 'Tiny Gods, yes,' Bast said. 'To great excess. What the hell else is there to do?

Looking puzzled, Rian crossed her legs. "Now that the gates of hell are closed,

Even in Hell you need to cover your ass, so I had to go somewhere that was even worse than the hall of records. I had to go to Hell's lawyers. Despite

Or don't you trust me?" "I work in Hell, Jones, I don't trust anyone except myself and I keep a close eye on my shadow. Possession

When man tries to imagine Paradise on earth, the immediate result is a very respectable Hell.

It's everyone who ever lived in London. That was what the sign above the entrance to Hell had said. He saw it in his memories every day. He had so many questions. He worried about what that meant in practice. He'd seen, in Hell, people from all time periods. Did 'everyone' include visitors to London? Was one night at a Holiday Inn in Clapham enough to sentence you to eternal damnation? Better

The answer to the first question was too impossible even to contemplate, but I would have to come to terms with it eventually. You see, we were in Hell. We were both in Hell.

good lawyer is part con man, part priest—promising riches, threatening hell. The rainmakers are the best paid among us and have coined a remarkably candid phrase: We eat what we kill. Hey, they don't call us sharks for our ability to swim.

Living in West Texas is sort of like living in Hell, but without the favorable climate and charming people.

Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.

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.

Hell is a city much like London—A populous and smoky city.

Hell is a city much like London.

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.

Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.

Tenemos un pacto con la muerte y estamos en concierto con el infierno!

Here is another strategy for the sentence completion exercise: Sure, Jesus talks about loving your enemies, but Jesus also talks about throwing sinners into hell to burn forever. Since eternal damnation is far worse than exterminating merely one ancient people for their land, the argument goes, don't get all worked up about the Canaanites. Crisis averted. No, it's not.

It does seem somewhat classical. One can hardly credit that Dante did actually get shown around Hell.

Was this hell? To love like this, to grieve from fifteen feet, an uncrossable distance?

It was not real. Jack looked around and thought that the Inferno was not credible: not because the details of Hell were beyond the pale—they were—but because of the unshakable equanimity of Virgil.

It's not that Darwinism isn't describing something real. It's just not life. It's death… and Hell.

Strange Christianity, whose most pressing anxiety seems to be that God's grace might prove to be all too free on this side, that hell, instead of being populated with so many people, might some day prove to be empty! ~ Karl Barth, God Here and Now

For the little Lamb who bleeds on the throne is the One who breaks down the doors of hell and conquers everything. "Behold," He declares, "I make all things new.

If I ascend to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.