Quotes About Hell

Cuando hablo con Ubertino me da la impresión de que el infierno es el paraíso visto desde la otra parte. No

The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.

paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

And must I now begin to doubt - who never doubted all these years? My heart is stone, and still it trembles. The world I have known is lost in the shadows. Is he from heaven or from hell? And does he know, that granting me my life today, this man has killed me, even so. - Javert

It is difficult to frighten those who are easily astonished; ignorance causes fearlessness. Children have so little claim on hell, that if they should see it they would admire it.

Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers may be imagined, and that is a hell where one is bored.

I have a dream my life would be. So different from this hell I'm living. So different now from what it seem. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. *Fantine

Should he remain in paradise and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?

It is possible to conceive of something even more terrible than a hell of suffering, and that is a hell of boredom.

And whatever he did, he always fell back onto this paradox at the core of his thought. To remain in paradise and become a demon! To re-enter hell and become an angel!

To cling to his paradise and become a devil or become a saint by going back to hell?

Et quoi qu'il fit, il retombait toujours sur ce poignant dilemme qui était au fond de sa rêverie : - rester dans le paradis et y devenir démon ! rentrer dans l'enfer et y devenir ange !

Before I die many will die with me and they'll deserve it. See you in Hell.

The focus on the present reality of heaven and hell does not, in some way, raise the question of their existence. Far from it. The present realities of love and hate are proof that heaven and hell are real—so real, in fact, that their ways of life bleed into ours.

For those who do not know God, selfishness will eventually win out in their hearts; the forces of hell will run rampant in and through them to the world.

It wasn't disgust she felt for Karou, not anymore; it was indignation. Incredulity. A man like Akiva crosses worlds to find you, infiltrates the enemy capital just to dance with you, bends heaven and hell to avenge your death, saves your comrade and kin from torture and death, and you send him off looking gut-punched, diminished, carved hollow?

It was the only lullaby she would ever sing, and it was sung in Hell.

In a holiday tradition that is the stuff of nightmares, the devil threatens to scoop bad children into his sack and carry them to hell. (And you thought coal in your stocking was harsh?)

She's in love, old devil! Do you hear? A girl will do crazy things for love. Just ask Estella -- she went to Hell for it!

For then will be the incorruptible Judge, the terrible judgment-seat, the answer without excuses, the inevitable charges, the stern punishment, the endless Gehenna, the pitiless Angels, the yawning hell, the roaring stream of fire, the unquenchable flame, the dark prison, the rayless darkness, the bed of live coals, the sleepless worm, the indissoluble chains, the bottomless chaos, the impassable wall, the inconsolable cry, none to stand by me, none to plead for me, none to snatch me out.

Your Bracelet," she said. "Acheronta movebo.' It doesn't mean 'Thus always to tyrants.' That's 'sic semper tyrannis.' This is from Virgil. 'Flectere si nequeo superos, Acheronta movebo.' If I cannot move Heaven, I will raise Hell.

We don't know for certain that she's a warlock, Jessie," said Will. Jessamine ignored him. "Is it dreadful, being so evil? Are you worried you'll go to hell?" She leaned closer to Tessa. "What do you think the Devil's like ?" Tessa set her fork down. "Would you like to meet him? I could summon him up in a trice if you like. Being a warlock, and all.