Quotes About Purgatory

ambulance. "At the end I started to think I was in purgatory. I genuinely believed that I was being judged, and that this was a place I was waiting to go to heaven or hell. Those last eight hours were the worst state I've ever been in. To go through something that horrific and not quit—that took something that was beyond me.

Is this purgatory, and if it is, why is it so much like the first grade?

Oh, torture. Is this purgatory, and if it is, why is it so much like the first grade?

God works in mysterious ways his wonders to perform, as Reenie used to say. Could it be that Myra is my designated guardian angel? Or is she instead a foretaste of Purgatory? And how do you tell the difference?

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

Forget heaven and hell, yaar," he says as he leaves. "It's purgatory I'm concerned about. We call it Earth.

I see no reason why I should not live on indefinitely just as I have done, and on the whole I am more comfortable here than in Purgatory, a place that I imagine to be like the suburbs of London.

England is the paradise of women, the purgatory of men, and the hell of horses.

I wound up playing secret agent/detective/tour guide to a sexy robot. If that sounds like the sort of punishment that would be handed out in a particularly surrealist purgatory, congratulations. You're not wrong.

Lucifer has theories. What God makes are copies and distillations. A soul is a distilled human. Earth and purgatory are distilleries. My Niall

Si me dieran la inmortalidad absoluta a cambio de un día de Purgatorio, rechazaría el trato. Qué pereza, luego, todo el tiempo tocando el arpa en una nube, vestido con un ridículo camisón blanco... Lo mejor es dejar de existir.

Alas the day that gave me birth! Worse then my prison is the endless earth, now I am doomed eternally to dwell, not in purgatory, but in hell.

Time is the only true purgatory.

I thought I would get calmer, surer, but each time we come close I feel almost sick at first. As though each time vibrates with the times before. I feel a terrible sorrow coming up my throat, I don't know why. And it can only be consoled against the length of her body. Lying down with her for the first time... all the pain I didn't know I had, till at her touch it disappeared like smoke. Is this what purgatory feels like? To burn painlessly? If so, why isn't it called heaven?

In my opinion, the difference between the crusaders and us was a matter of degree. Europe's medieval Catholics claimed their goal was to save Muslims from purgatory; we claimed that we wanted to help the Saudis modernize.

Eventually, if enough masses are said and prayers uttered, the soul may pass from purgatory into Heaven. But that is not taught in the Bible. It is based on a doctrine of salvation by works and by the church instead of redemption by the blood of Christ. It is used to extort money from those who hope to shorten the period of suffering of their loved ones that they may the sooner enter Heaven.

GLORIA: Between Heaven and Hell—there is another place. This place: Hope. Hope—is located right over here in downtown Purgatory.

If I have to spend time in purgatory before going to one place or the other, I guess I'll be all right as long as there's a lending library.

Not being sure of things , he knew, was a charmless corner of purgatory reserved for writers who were driving fast with no idea at all where they were going.

Of all the inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.

You can compromise between good, better, and best, and you can compromise between bad and worse and terrible. But you can't compromise between good and evil. And now people look at the other side as a completely different kind of animal and say, 'They are taking the country down the road to purgatory.' It's complete intolerance.

When someone else offered up the theory that we had all died and entered purgatory, where we were destined to debate Hillary for all eternity, no one laughed. It felt too close to the truth.

Now, sitting on his bed in the grip of this numbing hangover, rainwater spilling its lazy courses down the window beside him, his grief came for him fully, like some gray matron from Ward Nine in purgatory. It came and dissolved him, unmanned him, took away whatever defenses remained, and he put his face in his hands and cried, rocking back and forth on his bed, thinking he would do anything to have a second chance, anything at all.

I took a long, warm swallow, and felt everything surge down toward that heroin mouth of his, and I wondered if maybe I could trust that my luck had finally changed—that I'd gone through purgatory and come out the other side, battered and bruised but maybe a little bit wiser—and now I had me a little slice of heaven.