Quotes About Hell

O SANITY It's only sane to be insane Psychotic builds a castle And neurotic lives in it I don't know what to do with my sanity When the world's at the verge of calamity O' sanity, o' sanity What am I to do with you Drink up, shoot up, anything you please But you're always standing behind me Like a devil in hell O' sanity, sanity Why don't you let me go? Let go, let go! Cut it out!

It does happen, of course, that the priesthood has been on bad terms with womankind for some three thousand years. You see, Buddhism teaches that women are evil. Fiends. Messengers of hell. I've spent years immersed in the scriptures, so it's no accident that you and I fight all the time.

I fear no farther hell than that I feel.

When one has attained a state of mind from which the evil passions of the present world have been so utterly winnowed, fear too is forgotten. Thus it was that the priest no longer could understand why Hell should exist.

War might be hell, but it was also the gateway to heaven.

Heaven and hell too ceased to be real places somewhere above the clouds and below the volcanoes, and were instead interpreted as internal mental states. You experience hell every time you ignite the fires of anger and hatred within your heart; and you enjoy heavenly bliss every time you forgive your enemies, repent your own misdeeds and share your wealth with the poor.

With distrust came suspicion and with suspicion came fear, and with fear came hate--and these, in already distorted minds, inflamed a hell.

Be warned, therefore, that one does not go to hell to light a cigarette.

It was God who created hell as a place to store evil. He didn't do a good job of keeping it there though.

Niektórzy s?dz?, ?e sowiety dlatego tylko s? piek?em, ?e tam ludzie mr? z g?odu, ?e tysi?ce gin? w wymy?lnych torturach. Otó? nie: sowiety s? piek?em tak?e i dlatego, ?e nie masz w?ród nich miejsca dla nadziei.

We're in Deadwood," he said with a wink. "How's the saying go? 'Pray for me. I just left hell and I'm headed to Deadwood.'?" She

There are countless circles of hell; believers never penetrate the ninth circle.

Hell is just stupidity and blundering and crassness; a gross assault on the sensitivities of the least

I aime cette définition humoristique du ciel et de l'enfer. Il est dit que le ciel est là: Les Français sont les chefs. Les Italiens sont les amateurs. Les Britanniques sont la police. Les Allemands sont les mécaniciens. Et la marque Suisse tout fonctionne à l'heure. l'enfer est là: Les Britanniques sont les chefs. Les Suisses sont les amateurs. Les Français sont les mécaniciens. Les Italiens font tout fonctionner à temps. Et les Allemands sont la police.

This life is the only hell believers will ever know. But for those who die in their sins, this is their only heaven.

The hell of that, the hell of nothing at all, which feels as if you are reliving every moment of your life at the Southern Reach-descending for no reason, for nothing, to find nothing.

Yes, I don't think hell will be a lot different from where I'm at now. In fact I'm fairly well convinced that I died in 1932 and this is it. I mean, just look at Norman in the Coach. All he needs is a trident in one hand -- I must get him to take his shoes off to see if he's got cloven hooves -- and there's your devil.

The King's daughters are THE WORST. I only want to hang out with the King's kitchen staff, because his internet daughters are mean as the Devil's hell.

You are the devil's own daughter, Anya Hamilton, the scourge of my soul, my personal nemesis sent to hound me to hell and back.

God didn't have to punish him; he'd created his own hell. By himself and for himself.

Of course I don't faint at the sight of blood. I jump onto the dance floor and do the Soulja Boy. Get the hell off me, Dr. McDreamy.

Suggesting that you do yoga was my subtle way of telling you to go to hell.

Not enough has been written about the treachery of middle life," the old man mused, his voice carrying over the wind. "Dante went to hell to escape it, and I've seen plenty of other men do the same, metaphorically speaking. Be patient, Dexter. Wars have a way of shifting the terrain into configurations we can't foresee, hard as we might try. This is no time for bold moves.

There is nothing, my boy, to spark compassion like a sojourn in hell.