Quotes About Earth

Creation is important, please don't misunderstand. However, I suggest that His greatest glory is His redemption of us and the earth and the heavens, because that is the focus of most of the rest of the Bible. We discover that probably 90% of the Scriptures, including the entire Book of Revelation, is devoted to God's redemption of His creation.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven.

I told him to buy land, my mum says, they're not making it anymore.

What makes the earth feel like hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like heaven. Earth is earth. Hell is hell. Now, stop with the whining and caterwauling.

No, it's not fair, but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough.

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.

In Hell you'd be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. The same goes for earth.

Our all-powerful God got so scared He scattered the human race across the face of the earth, and shattered their language to keep His children apart.

but what makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven. Earth is Earth. Dead is dead. You'll find out for yourself soon enough. It won't help the situation for you to get all upset.

Nein, fair ist das nicht, aber dass die Erde sich wie die Hölle anfühlt, liegt an unserer Erwartung, dass sie sich wie der Himmel anfühlen sollte.

The only thing that makes earth feel like Hell, or Hell feel like Hell, is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven.

What makes the earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it ought to feel like Heaven. Earth is earth. Hell is Hell.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was kind of tumbler. The sale as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. This isn't suffering. It's erosion.

Humankind was a disease. The earth was the body. Climate change was the fever.

The age of the insect, he thinks. The meek truly shall inherit the earth.

Humankind was a disease. The earth was the body.

Really, we're just a microcosm of the human condition. Whether we're here a day, a month, a year, fifty years—our time on this earth is finite." This time he turned to Brendan. "Life isn't a dress rehearsal, as they say. This is our chance to discover things we might have only dreamed of before.

Well, I still love Tokyo…even as it is now." "Why's that?" "Where else on Earth do so many people enjoy their descent into destruction?

We gave away our land and our water-ka wai ola, our life source. But we forgot to tell the haole they should love then like we do. That the streams are our brothers. That the earth is our mother.

Two days, he thought—had it been only two days since he had returned to Earth to find Inspector Drayton waiting? So much had happened that it seemed much longer than just two days ago. So many things had happened that were unbelievable, and still were happening and still unbelievable, but on the outcome of these happenings, he knew, might depend the future of all mankind and the federation that man had built among the other stars. He

when the sun goes out and there's only night, we'll live on the earth. It'll be ours.

We've been through all this a thousand times. I won't subject myself to the indignities of pregnancy. I won't swish crap-laden diapers around in a toilet bowl ten times a day. Let someone else populate the earth. I'm not about to split off my soul, like some damned amoeba.

Alas, the day comes of the most contemptible man who can no longer condemn himself.... Then the earth will have grown small, and upon it shall hop the Last Man who makes all things small; his kind is inexterminable, like the ground flea. The last man lives longest.