All Quotes By Tag: Heaven
“Talk to me about the truth of religion and I’ll listen gladly. Talk to me about the duty of religion and I’ll listen submissively. But don’t come talking to me about the consolations of religion or I shall suspect that you don’t understand. Unless, of course, you can literally believe all that stuff about family reunions ‘on the further shore,’ pictured in entirely earthly terms. But that is all unscriptural, all out of bad hymns and lithographs. There’s not a word of it in the Bible. And it rings false. We know it couldn’t be like that. Reality never repeats. The exact same thing is never taken away and given back. How well the Spiritualists bait their hook! ‘Things on this side are not so different after all.’ There are cigars in Heaven. For that is what we should all like. The happy past restored.”
“When we see death, we see disaster. When Jesus sees death, he sees deliverance!”
“You and I have a connection that nothing, not on heaven or earth, or even hell, could ever break. If you want to talk to me, talk to me. I’ll hear you…”
“One time, two years ago, I took a draught of morphia, meaning to end my life. My mother found me before the life was ended, the doctor drew the poison from my stomach with a syringe, and when I woke, it was to the sound of my own weeping. For I had hoped to open my eyes on Heaven, where my father was; and they had only pulled me back to Hell.”
“كان مجرد برق أمّلني بنزول المطر بعد فترة جفاف طويل، إلا أن السماء خذلتني مرة أخرى.”
“Just please understand that everyone is going through a rough time as well. Even if they are hiding behind money or a simple smile. We are all continuously stumbling as we go about our lives. If we had perfect lives we’d all be perfect people. Only thing we can learn to do is endure or we will not be happy and happiness is the closest thing to perfect.”
“The Argument of his BookI sing of Brooks, of Blossomes, Birds, and Flowers:Of April, May, of June, and July-Flowers.I sing of May-poles, Hock-carts, Wassails, Wakes,Of Bride-grooms, Brides, and of their Bridall-cakes.I write of Youth, of Love, and have AccesseBy these, to sing of cleanly-Wantonnesse.I sing of Dewes, of Raines, and piece by pieceOf Balme, of Oyle, of Spice, and Amber-Greece.I sing of Times trans-shifting; and I writeHow Roses first came Red, and Lillies White.I write of Groves, of Twilights, and I singThe Court of Mab, and of the Fairie-King.I write of Hell; I sing (and ever shall)Of Heaven, and hope to have it after all. ”
“God reigns from the deepest depths to the highest heights.”
“[Ever been kissed?]Of course–Describe it–Why?–I want to know if you’veEver seen Heaven.”
“It is a great truth that you will rise again. It is a sweeter truth that you will “always be with the Lord.” Whatever else you draw comfort from, neglect not this deep, clear, and over-flowing well of delight. There are other sources of good cheer in connection with the glory to be revealed, for heaven is a many-sided joy, but still none can excel the glory of communion with Jesus Christ, wherefore comfort one another in the first place and most constantly, with these words, “So we will always be with the Lord.”
“We must grow out of this ground surrounding our minds and branch ourselves out into the reality that bears the fruits of heaven”
“It’s not about country, it’s about feeling at home inside yourself. It’s not about culture its about sympathizing with our forefather Adam by connecting with our brothers/sisters in humanity to help us return to what he lost, all life is longing for the only source that can never run out or reach a threshold, God.”
“A light rain touches my cheek like an angel’s butterfly kisses.”
“My life might be in the streets, but my heart is gold. And together, I’m a street of gold.”
“You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss. Such a life, as your puppet, is not worth living.But… If I destroy you and your dreck script, and I still exist… then my existence will be glorious, for I will become my own master.”