Quotes About Hell

Back to my question: is it better to reign in Hell—or should I aspire to be a citizen in the early years of a better nation?

No world exists without sacrifice. Do we not realize that we call this hell where ash floats upon a sea of blood, the world

Oh twilight And everlasting darkness Come to me Come and have a drink And once you do, your life will fade The flowers will bloom Along the road to hell Where are the fish Let me paint them black Cut them into eight And cook them well Atop a flame of black And then enjoy the meal All that's left Are bones of white Make them a gravestone And pay respect May you never be Reborn again So that you won't Be sacrificed as food

I'm not…dead yet. Breathing is so agonizing. To have to endure such agony just to live…living is so cumbersome. I was taught that you either go to heaven or hell when you die. I wonder if it's easy to breathe in heaven. A place where my body or my head won't hurt. I hope it is. Is hell an even more agonizing place than this? If it is, I'm scared. I don't want to go. I don't. I'm scared. I'm scared of going to hell.

The Arda Viraf ("Viraf the just"), which was probably written during the Sassanid period, tells the story of a devout Zoroastrian who travels to heaven and hell and returns to Earth to report what he found. Several centuries later, Dante Alighieri (1265–1341) would write a similar but much longer work, the Divine Comedy, from a Christian perspective.

I thought, gazing at the beauty of the landscape again, it is as though the fiend has prevailed against the angels, and fixed his throne in a heaven, to rule it as though it were Hell.

To emphasize the afterlife is to deny life. To concentrate on heaven is to create hell.

Your author has found love to be the full trip, emotionally speaking; the grand tour: fall in love, visit both Heaven and Hell for the price of one.

A lot of life boils down to the question of whether a person is going to be able to realize his fantasies, or else end up surviving only through compromises he can't face up to. The way I figure it, Heaven and Hell are right here on Earth. Heaven is living in your hopes and Hell is living in your fears. It's up to each individual which one he chooses. - Bonanza Jellybean

Granny and me alone on Judgment Day and wonder if there is some wider meaning there, some cryptic message from a hidden dimension, from the Other, from the Over Self. Or if it was simply that heaven didn't want us and hell was afraid we'd take over.

Surely there would be humidity and plenty of it in Hell. Hard to imagine a condemned sinner saying cheerfully, Well, yes, it's two hundred and sixty degrees down here, but it's a *dry* heat.

It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too.

and suddenly there was Sweet Home rolling, rolling, rolling out before her eyes, and although there was not a leaf on that farm that did not make her want to scream, it rolled itself out before her in shameless beauty. It never looked as terrible as it was and it made her wonder if hell was a pretty place too

But that might be unfair. It is hard not to notice how much more attention is given to hell rather than heaven. Dante's Inferno beats out Paradisio every time. Milton's brilliantly rendered pre-paradise world, known as Chaos, is far more fully realized than his Paradise. The visionary language of the doomed reaches heights of linguistic ardor with which language of the blessed and saved cannot compete.

Decidme, pues, ¿cómo debería apreciar los encantos que un cielo para mí en un infierno transformaron?

The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heav'n of hell, a hell of heav'n. – John Milton, Paradise Lost (1667), Book 1, lines 254–5

In the mind of the kid in skinny jeans leading the worship band, there isn't a large enough gap between holiness and sinfulness, truth and error, demons and angels, or heaven and hell.

We all have a job to do—a commissioning fueled by the forces of heaven, a spiritual assignment that will be opposed at every step by the forces of hell.

He is the devil! (Hugh) Spawned of hell and suckled on the teat of a demon. I make no claims to anything else. (Draven)

It seems the women have decided I must put a stop to the feud against the MacDouglas or else they'll serve us no more. (Lochlan) In any capacity. (Ewan) By Satan's hairy toes, Sin, it appears I've died and gone to hell. (Braden)

Just don't let yourself get killed before you make your peace, boy. Many's the soul who consigned themselves to hell without the devil having to lift a finger.(Thadeus)

So beautiful... I can see hell.

Family gatherings were... um, let's see, what's the word I'm looking for?... Hell. They were hell. Being the middle child, I served and referee and confidante, hostess and martyr. Did I feel we should get together once in a while? Sure. Did I want my family all together? Theoretically, yes. In reality, dear God, no.

The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wife which made me worse. I howled in my cell. If the Devil was gone then how could this be hell?