All Quotes By Tag: Hell

“The voice says, maybe you don’t go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don’t do. The things you don’t finish.”

“Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.”

“We don’t rest when we die, we move on to where we are needed most.We travel the far reaches of the universe, and beyond to help those in need.That is what life & death is about.Not sitting by, and watching others as they suffer.”

“In Heaven you forget everything. In Hell they make you remember.”

“All preachers speak confidently about life after death as if they once died, even though almost all of them have never even fainted.”

“Qu’importe, mon Dieu, que je brûle toute l’éternité en enfer, si c’est ta volonté.”

“In later life I have been sometimes praised, sometimes mocked, for my way of pointing out the mythical elements that seem to me to underlie our apparently ordinary lives. Certainly that cast of mind had some of its origin in our pit, which had much the character of a Protestant Hell. I was probably the most entranced listener to a sermon the Reverend Andrew Bowyer preached about Gehenna, the hateful valley outside the walls of Jerusalem, where outcasts lived, and where their flickering fires, seen from the city walls, may have given rise to the idea of a hell of perpetual burning. He liked to make his hearers jump, now and then, and he said that our gravel pit was much the same sort of place as Gehenna. My elders thought this far-fetched, but I saw no reason then why hell should not have, so to speak, visible branch establishments throughout the earth, and I have visited quite a few of them since.”

“فرق شاسع بين مفهوم العبادة كما نزل من عند الله، و علمه رسول الله -صلى الله عليه و سلم- و وعاه الجيل الأول و مارسه، و بين المفهوم الشائه الهزيل الضامر الذي فهمته الأجيال المتأخرة .. مارسته أم لم تمارسه! المفهوم الأول هو الذي أخرج “خير أمة أخرجت للناس” و المفهوم الأخير هو الذي أخرج “غثاء السيل”.. و لا بد من تصحيح المفاهيم ..(إِنَّ اللَّـهَ لَا يُغَيِّرُ مَا بِقَوْمٍ حَتَّىٰ يُغَيِّرُوا مَا بِأَنفُسِهِمْ )، ( قُل لَّا يَسْتَوِي الْخَبِيثُ وَالطَّيِّبُ وَلَوْ أَعْجَبَكَ كَثْرَةُ الْخَبِيثِ ).. إن المسألة ليست ثانويه .. و لا هي مسألة هينة يكفي لحلها شيء من الوعظ والإرشاد.. إنها مسألة تحتاج إلى بناء من جديد ..”

“I am fashionably unimpressed with the material world. I am moved by the beauty of aspiration, and I hope that I can elevate myself to the standards I have imposed on others.”

“And what is hell? Can you tell me that?”“A pit full of fire.”“And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?”“No, sir.”“What must you do to avoid it?”I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come, was objectionable: “I must keep in good health, and not die.”

“There are some doubters even in the western villages. One woman told me last Christmas that she did not believe either in hell or in ghosts. Hell she thought was merely an invention got up by the priest to keep people good; and ghosts would not be permitted, she held, to go ‘trapsin about the earth’ at their own free will; ‘but there are faeries,’ she added, ‘and little leprechauns, and water-horses, and fallen angels.’ I have met also a man with a mohawk Indian tattooed upon his arm, who held exactly similar beliefs and unbeliefs. No matter what one doubts one never doubts the faeries, for, as the man with the mohawk Indian on his arm said to me, ‘they stand to reason.’ Even the official mind does not escape this faith. (“Reason and Unreason”)”

“He’d never really given religion much thought himself. It was just there, one of the basic fundamentals of life and living; Heaven is generally good and one should aspire to end up there, and Hell is decidedly foul and one should generally direct their enemies there.”

“For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod’s everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.”

“There is a sort of mental treasonThat smothers dreams outside of reason”

“You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs.”