Quotes About Hell

Heaven without love : what a hell. (Paradis sans amour : voilà ce qu'est l'enfer)

Scrooge's wealth goes to hell.

El oyente de mente embotada no tiene ninguna intención verdadera de investigar la Palabra ni de crecer. Sólo le gusta tener la seguridad de que va a eludir el infierno e ir al cielo.

Law reflects but in no sense determines the moral worth of a society. The values of a reasonably just society will reflect themselves in a reasonably just law. The better the society, the less law there will be. In heaven there will be no law, and the lion shall lie down with the lamb. The values of an unjust society will reflect themselves in an unjust law. The worse the society, the more law there will be. In hell there will be nothing but law, and due process will be meticulously observed.

Dante's step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell.

the monstrous notion of being so blissed-out in Heaven you won't notice your loved ones shrieking for mercy in Hell — this is put forward by many Christian theologians, including the supposedly respectable William Lane Craig, in response to direct questions from believers who find this whole "not knowing or caring if our loved ones are in agony" thing rather hard to swallow.

The idea of a personal God who protects us, loves us, and then punishes us by not allowing us into Heaven, but instead casts us into Hell for eternity if we haven't met his standards of living, is so outlandish that it can only be taught to children who don't know any better—which, by the way, is how it's done. If a person hasn't been introduced to this mythical idea about God in early childhood, he or she becomes increasingly hard to preach to.

What had brought him to this outpost of hell? Ferreira wondered while following Garces into the rain: fate or his own decisions?

Nothing in the world delights a truly religious people so much as consigning them to eternal damnation.

His brain was simmering and bubbling within the cracking tenement of the skull.Flames burst forth from his skull like a corolla,shrieking like voices: -Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell! Hell!

And all their remains. And not all the king's men nor his horses Will resurrect his corpus For there's no true spell in Connacht or hell (bis) That's able to raise a Cain.

muttering Irish, he had had had o'gloriously a lot too much hanguest or hoshoe fine to drink in the House of Blazes, the Parrot in Hell, the Orange Tree, the Gilbt, the Sun, the Holy Lamb and, lapse not leashed, in Ramitdown's ship hotel since the morning moment he could dixtinguish a white thread from a black

Hell is not just a place of torment; additionally it's a place of separation from God.

Hell wasn't made for people; God doesn't want anyone to go there. But he is utter goodness—absolute holiness—and evil cannot be in his presence. Without

hell ultimately is separation from God—not only separation from all that is good but also integration with all that is evil. Hence

No one had to convince me about the reality of hell. It wasn't a fiery pit. It lived and thrived in the human breast and consumed its host from night to morning.

There was no tune as such, just arrhythmic sequences of harsh intervals and atonalities. It was all clash and dissonance. It was the kind of music, I thought, that would be played in Hell.

When sorrow comes, they come not single spies, but in battalions. I've allies in heaven, Jack, i've commrades in hell...say hello for me...

Tonight, hell sends an angel bearing gifts...

Who but the devil lives like a king in the middle of hell

Cats are like Baptists," I whispered to her. "You know they raise hell, but you can't ever catch them at it.

As far as I understand, the Second Coming is already here. It's a consciousness. It is not someone who is going to arrive and land in a clearing in the forest. The Hell that they talk of is going to be people creating their own unhappiness, a Hell on Earth.

{Summertime she speaks of winter, she eats ham, but speaks of beef, got a good man but, flirts with another. She might as well go to hell, cause she ain't gonna be happy in heaven either!}

You want to know about the place called Hell?" he asked the curious animal. "There is no Hell," he said. "Hell is in here." He touched the raw, pink skin of his chest with the tips of his fingers. "And it will forever brun inside me for what I have done.