Quotes About Hell

If Moloch is not fed, the last stage of hell will vanish, and with it, the apparatus of hell.

Literature as a whole is not an aggregate of exhibits with red and blue ribbons attached to them, like a cat-show, but the range of articulate human imagination as it extends from the height of imaginative heaven to the depth of imaginative hell.

Estoy sufriendo las penas del infierno sin ni siquiera haber muerto.

poverty is the open-mouthed hell which yawns beneath civilization, we

we'll go fishing." "So it won't be heaven for the fish." "It'll be hell for everybody. But with good moments." "Just like our lives right now

Does this feel like heaven? She asked. He laughed, and not nicely. Well, then, you can't be dead. You forget, he said. This could easily be hell.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

Religion does not help me. The faith that others give to what is unseen, I give to what one can touch, and look at. My gods dwell in temples made with hands; and within the circle of actual experience is my creed made perfect and complete: too complete, it may be, for like many or all of those who have placed their heaven in this earth, I have found in it not merely the beauty of heaven, but the horror of hell also.

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs.

He said that even the damned in hell have the community of their suffering and he thought that he'd guessed out likewise for the living a nominal grief like a grange from which disaster and ruin are proportioned by laws of equity too subtle for divining.

He in the limbo of the Christless righteous, I in a terrestrial hell.

You think you can believe in heaven if you dont believe in hell? I guess you can believe what you want to. Rawlins

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have the power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs.

wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Ye'll wake more than the dogs.

You're a pack of mudheaded bigots who loathe excellence on principle and though one might cordially wish you all in hell still you wont go.

You're a pack of mudheaded bigots who loathe excellence on principle and though one might cordially wish you all in hell still you wont go.

there was a heaven, was it not founded upon the writhing bodies of the damned?

The wrath of God lies sleeping. It was hid a million years before men were and only men have power to wake it. Hell aint half full. Hear me. Ye carry war of a madman's making onto a foreign land. Yell wake more than the dogs.

I don't trust people who don't like animals. Hell, animals are the finest people I know.

If Paradise lies beneath the feet of the mothers -those tender feet of Dodola- then it's Hell that waits beneath mine.

Peklo nem?že být plné ohnÄ› - existují daleko horÅ¡í vÄ›ci.

I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.

Songs of myself I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into new tongue. I am the poet of the woman the same as the man, And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,..

The pleasures of heaven are with me, and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself ... the latter I translate into a new tongue.