Quotes About Hell

Did I say Seven Minutes in Heaven? No, you're playing Seven Minutes in Hell!" Mal cackled; she couldn't help it. This was going

The myth of Persephone was such bullshit. The goddess's daughter gets kidnapped by the lord of the underworld and has to live six months on earth and six months in Hell, and the whiny little bitch acted as if it was a punishment At least Persephone got six months on earth every year.

Infernal world! And thou, profoundest Hell, Receive thy new possessor-one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.

Priests come to my home beside the northern sea where they find an old man, and they tell me I am just a few paces from the fires of hell. I only need repent, they say, and I will go to heaven and live forevermore in the blessed company of the saints. And I would rather burn till time itself burns out.

It is a terrible thing," Beocca said to me. "War, it is an awful thing." I said nothing. I thought it was glorious and wonderful. "The shield wall is where men die," Beocca said, and he kissed the wooden cross that hung about his neck. "The gates of heaven and hell will be jostling with souls before this day is done," he went on gloomily.

I heard only last week that they want to make Erkenwald into a saint. Priests come to my home beside the northern sea where they find an old man, and they tell me I am just a few paces from the fires of hell. I only need repent, they say, and I will go to heaven and live for evermore in the blessed company of the saints. And I would rather burn till time itself burns out.

The hellequin," she said icily, "are the dead who have no souls. The dead who were so wicked in life that the devil loves them too much to punish them in hell and so he gives them his horses and releases them on the living.

La Fin de l'Histoire ce n'est pas le bonheur mais l'horreur. Ce n'est pas le premier matin mais le dernier. Ce n'est pas l'euphorie perpétuelle mais les flammes de l'enfer. (ch. 25 Hegel et Kojève africains)

T]he infliction of cruelty with a good conscience is a delight to moralists. That is why they invented Hell.

There is a special department of Hell for students of probability. In this department there are many typewriters and many monkeys. Every time that a monkey walks on a typewriter, it types by chance one of Shakespeare's sonnets.

It seems that sin is geographical. From this conclusion, it is only a small step to the further conclusion that the notion of "sin" is illusory, and that the cruelty habitually practised in punishing it is unnecessary. It is just this conclusion which is so unwelcome to many minds, since the infliction of cruelty with a good conscience is a delight to moralists. That is why they invented Hell.

Consequently I shall not insist that a Christian must believe in hell.

As civilization progresses, the earthly sanctions become more secure and the divine sanctions less so. People see more and more reason to think that if they steal they will be caught and less and less reason to think that if they are not caught God will nevertheless punish them. Even highly religious people in the present day hardly expect to go to Hell for stealing. They reflect that they can repent in time, and that in any case Hell is neither so certain nor so hot as it used to be.

Men fear thought as they do nothing else on Earth, more than ruin, more even than death... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible. Thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation. The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. He has to take pride in being more miserable than any soldier or swabbie or jet jockey. Because this is war, baby. And war is hell.

The artist committing himself to his calling has volunteered for hell, whether he knows it or not. He will be dining for the duration on a diet of isolation, rejection, self-doubt, despair, ridicule, contempt, and humiliation.   The artist must be like that Marine. He has to know how to be miserable. He has to love being miserable. He has to take pride in being more miserable than any soldier or swabbie or jet jockey. Because this is war, baby. And war is hell.

In Heaven you forget everything. In Hell they make you remember.

Megan's right about my being a sinner. But she's wrong about hell. You don't have to wait until you're dead to get there.

Sin/ alienation is psychological disease which if unhealed can lead to the living hell of lost hopes and blighted lives.

A patrol had been sent out to look at the road between two towns, but some Portuguese had come along and told the patrol that this was one of the English magician's roads and was certain to disappear in an hour or two taking everyone upon it to Hell - or possibly England.

What is the damnation of hell? To go with that society who have not obeyed His commands.

The wicked often work harder to go to hell than the righteous do to enter heaven.

To ease me of this power to think, That through my bosom raves, I'll headlong leap from hell's high brink And wallow in its waves.

Most suicidal people don't have a sense of what will come next. In particular, writes Edwin Shneidman, "The idea of Hell does not ordinarily enter into suicide . . . The destination (or concern) is not to go anywhere, except away.