Quotes About Hell

Hell is full of musical amateurs music is the brandy of the damned.

Don't change shape," Raphael snapped. "Shut up." "Be good or I'll kiss you in front of everybody." "Hell no," I snarled. I had to hold on and live through this so I could punch him in the face. It was a great goal.

Mad shapeshifters ripped into monsters, their eyes crimson with rage. Witches howled, loosing spells and arrows. The air steamed with blood. The clamor of swords, the pain-laced cries of the injured, the screams of shapeshifters, and groans of the dying melded together into an unbearable cacophony. Above it all the merciless sun blazed, bright enough to blister the skin. This was hell and I was it's fury.

This was hell and I was its fury. I raised my sword and killed again, with a smile on my face.

But Hubert had serious doubts about religion and Philippe was far away. The outside world was incoherent and hideous, painted in the colours of hell, a hell Jesus never could enter, Hubert thought, "because they would tear him to pieces.

male company, sheer complicit male company: the complicity of males which is like, indeed is, a kind of complicity in crime, in chauvinism, in getting away with things, in just gluttonously enjoying the present even if hell is all around.

But very few ordeals are redemptive and I doubt if the descent into hell teaches anything new. It can only hasten processes which are already in existence, and usually this just means that it degrades. You see, in hell one lacks the energy for any good change. This indeed is the meaning of hell.

I would like to send you to hell. My dear, I live in hell, and have done so since I was a small child. Since I regained my mind I have thought, and dreamt too, of nothing but of killing you. You can do it any time, if you don't mind going to prison.

Yes, I am free, she said to herself, but it's not like ordinary freedom, it's being in hell, a brilliant lucid hell.

You said you were having fun. Well, yes and no, strictly speaking I was in hell. Perhaps I have always been there. One can have fun in hell.

One reward of living in hell is a certain kind of courage. I do not fear anything, certainly not morality, or your foul fantasies either.

Priscilla is in hell. Well, we all are. Life is torture, consciousness is torture. All our little devices are just morphia to stop us from screaming . . . We're each of us screaming away in our own private padded cell.

Once, when a religionist denounced me in unmeasured terms, I sent him a card saying, I am sure you believe that I will go to hell when I die, and that once there I will suffer all the pains and tortures the sadistic ingenuity of your deity can devise and that this torture will continue forever. Isn't that enough for you? Do you have to call me bad names in addition?

I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

Scientific method, hell! No wonder the Galaxy was going to pot.

If one knew the truth how could there be freedom? If hell and paradise were in the middle of the marketplace, everyone would be a saint.

Psst! Father Restrepo! If that story about hell is a lie, we're all fucked, aren't we. . . .

(Canada) - the most parochial nationette on earth ... I have been living in this sanctimonious icebox ... painting portraits of the opulent Methodists of Toronto. Methodism and money in this city have produced a sort of hell of dullness.

The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in a period of moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.

Some people tell us that there ain't no Hell, But they never farmed, so how can they tell?

With mere good intentions hell is proverbially paved.

Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire.

Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell The tortures of that inward hell.

The cunning livery of hell.