Quotes About Hell

Lasciate ogni speranza voi ch'entrate. (Abandon all hope, all ye who enter here)

Medusa… the sight of her face turned people into stone. [Here she is] perhaps a symbol of the ultimate sin, despair, which would petrify Dante and so trap him in Hell for ever.

She was in trouble, and he was turning into a horny lecher. He was going to the special hell.

Pourquoi a t'on inventé l'enfer alors qu'il existe l'insomnie ?

Por qué inventar el infierno cuando existe el insomnio?

L'enfer n'existe pas. S'il y a des damnés c'est qu'il y a des gens qui trouvent toujours le bat qui blesse. Nous avons tous rencontré l'un d'entre eux : l'être perpétuellement contrarié, l'insatisfait chronique. Pourquoi seraient-ils privés de leur passion pour la plainte au moment de mourir ?

I've been at the table with some really great poker players. I'm sure Vince McMahon is a hell of a poker player.

Someone sent me a picture of Werdum on the ground after I hit him... There was 2:16 left, and the area code for Cleveland is 216. They played 'Believeland' that night, and the next day it snowed, and everyone said Hell froze over because the curse was broken.

Let me go to hell, that's all I ask, and go on cursing them there, and them look down and hear me, that might take some of the shine off their bliss.

I don't talk to nobody. You know why? 'Cause if you ain't talkin' money, what the hell you talkin' bout?

I just disagree so much with the way the Catholic Church says things like, 'If you're not a good person, you'll die and go to Hell; there's a purgatory there...' If I was talking with a Holy Ghost, it would scare the living Hell out of me.

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

It's so quiet and peaceful out here I'm getting bored with breathing. Maybe we'll get lucky and the world will go to Hell again. Fingers crossed.

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.

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.

I mean, there's doomed. There's screwed. And there's monsoons-in-Hell fucked. And we're at fucked o'clock.

So, what happens next to a couple of outlaws like us, hopped up on caffeine and sugar, and on the lam?" "I figure it's a lot like Badlands," said Spyder. "We leaver here, get a ride and go straight to Hell.

That's for me, isn't it? I'm going to Hell." "Don't feel so bad. It beats Fresno.

The five of us are the big brains supposedly in charge of Hell. Really, we're a bunch of second-rate mechanics trying to keep the wheels from coming off a burning gasoline truck skidding toward a school bus full of orphans and kittens.

So far, being dead is about as much fun as a barbed-wire G-string. Yes, there is such a thing. They invented it in Hell, which is where I am. I already said I was dead. Where else would I be? Try to keep up.

Hell doesn't run on prayers or promises. Downtown magic is about reaching out and grabbing what you want, and that requires payment. An offering. Blood.

Do you even know what death is, Tom?" I say. "It's dumb, and it's loud, and it smells bad; you're in Hell and you want to die to get away from it all, but you're already dead and there's nowhere to go. And what's worse is you know you're there because you deserve it, because you're such a fucking waste of skin and gristle. So no, I don't want to die. It's no fun and there's too many people like you there.

Money is strange, too, if you haven't used it for a while. Hell is mostly a barter economy. Especially among the high and mighty, having to buy something is a massive social faux pas. It means that you don't have anything good enough to trade or you aren't clever enough to swindle your way to your heart's desire. Brad Pitt's wad seemed like a fortune when I counted it, but I blow through most of it in a couple of hours.

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.