Die Ehe ist Himmel und Holle=--Marriage is heaven and hell.
If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there; if I make my bed in hell, behold Thou art there; if I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall Thy hand lead me, and Thy right hand shall hold me.
Oh woman, woman! when to ill thy mind Is bent, all hell contains no fouler fiend.
The damned use that word in hell.
Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.
Guerra cominciata, inferno scatenato=--War begun, hell let loose.
The mind is its own place, and in itself / Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
The hell of these days is the infinite terror of Not getting on, especially of Not making money.
Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth, more than ruin, more even than death....Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man.
But that’s just part of the story: the easy part. The difficult part is this. Jesus loves those terrorists. He loved them when they slit the throats of unarmed passengers, and He even loved them when they flew those planes into balls of fire causing thousands of His children to die in flames and blood and agony. And He continues to love them still as they roast in eternal hell and damnation.
There are depths in the soul which are deeper than hell.
Absolutism tempered by assassination. A Cadmean victory.[807-2] After us the deluge.[807-3] All is lost save honour.[807-4] Appeal from Philip drunk to Philip sober.[807-5] Architecture is frozen music.[807-6] Beginning of the end.[808-1] Boldness, again boldness, and ever boldness.[808-2] Dead on the field of honour.[808-3] Defend me from my friends; I can defend myself from my enemies.[808-4] Extremes meet.[808-5] Hell is full of good intentions.[808-6] History repeats itself.[808-7] I am here: I shall remain here.[808-8] I am the state.[808-9] It is magnificent, but it is not war.[808-10] Leave no stone unturned.[809-1] Let it be. Let it pass.[809-2] Medicine for the soul.[809-3] Nothing is changed in France; there is only one Frenchman more.[809-4] Order reigns in Warsaw.[809-5] Ossa on Pelion.[809-6] Scylla and Charybdis.[810-1] Sinews of war.[810-2] Talk of nothing but business, and despatch that business quickly.[810-3] The empire is peace.[810-4] The guard dies, but never surrenders.[810-5] The king reigns, but does not govern.[810-6] The style is the man himself.[811-1] "There is no other royal path which leads to geometry," said Euclid to Ptolemy I.[811-2] There is nothing new except what is forgotten.[811-3] They have learned nothing and forgotten nothing.[811-4] We are dancing on a volcano.[811-5] Who does not love wine, women, and song Remains a fool his whole life long.[811-6] God is on the side of the strongest battalions.[811-7] Terrible he rode alone, With his Yemen sword for aid; Ornament it carried none But the notches on the blade.
Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company. ― Mark Twain
How the hell do I know what I find incredible? Credibility is an expanding field... Sheer disbelief hardly registers on the face before the head is nodding with all the wisdom of instant hindsight.
And I once chanced to paint a picture which represented a divine subject, and it was bought by the lover of her whom it represented, and he wished to strip it of its divine character so as to be able to kiss it without offence. But finally his conscience overcame his desire and his lust and he was compelled to remove the picture from his house. Now go thou, poet, and describe a beautiful woman without giving the semblance of {124} the living thing, and with it arouse such desire in men! If thou sayest: I will describe then Hell and Paradise and other delights and terrors,--the painter will surpass thee, because he will set before thee things which in silence will [make thee] give utterance to such delight, and so terrify thee as to cause thee to wish to take flight. Painting stirs the senses more readily than poetry. And if thou sayest that by speech thou canst convulse a crowd with laughter or tears, I rejoin that it is not thou who stirrest the crowd, it is the pathos of the orator, and his mirth. A painter once painted a picture which caused everybody who saw it to yawn, and this happened every time the eye fell on the picture, which represented a person yawning. Others have painted libidinous acts of such sensuality that they have incited those who gazed on them to similar acts, and poetry could not do this.
For men at most differ as heaven and earth, / But women, worst and best, as heaven and hell.
The conception of a God gives an altogether new colour to worldliness and vice. Worldliness it changes into heathenism, vice into blasphemy. The carnal mind, the mind which is turned away from God, which will not correspond with God--this is not moral only but spiritual Death. And Sin, that which separates from God, which disobeys God, which CAN not in that state correspond with God--this is hell. Natural Law, Death, p. 169.
I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, / Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Let none admire / That riches grow in hell; that soil may best / Deserve the precious bane.
Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tried / What hell it is in suing long to bide; / To lose good days that might be better spent, / To waste long nights in pensive discontent.
Hear it not, Duncan; for it is a knell / That summons thee to heaven or to hell.
Eccovi l'uom ch' e stato all'Inferno=--See, there's the man that has been in hell. _It._ (
No greater hell than to be a slave to fear.
All the religions known in the world are founded, so far as they relate to man, or the unity of man, as being all of one degree. Whether in heaven or in hell, or in whatever state man may be supposed to exist hereafter, the good and the bad are the only distinctions.--_Thomas Paine._
What could hell have to offer me that could compete with this? Maybe God was just expedient that way, getting in some of my licks while I still lived. Or maybe I’d already died, and I would be stuck in this hell for eternity. That was the scariest thought of all. The only thing that made this bearable was knowing that one day I would be free of it. Even hell had to be better than this.
Parfois, elus maudits de la fureur supreme, / ... Ces envoyes du ciel sont apparus au monde / Comme s'ils venaient de l'enfer=--Sometimes these ambassadors of heaven, the accursed elect of the wrath of heaven, appear in the world as though they came from hell.
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven.
May Heaven exist, even if my place is Hell.
I’ve sometimes imagined that if sin had a flavor, it might very well be bacon. It even tastes smoky, as if it emerged piping hot out of the fiery pans of hell.
For wealth is all things that conduce / To man's destruction or his use; / A standard both to buy and sell / All things from heaven down to hell.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet Are of imagination all compact: One sees more devils than vast hell can hold, That is, the madman: the lover, all as frantic, Sees Helen's beauty in a brow of Egypt: The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; And as imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name. Such tricks hath strong imagination, That if it would but apprehend some joy, It comprehends some bringer of that joy; Or in the night, imagining some fear, How easy is a bush supposed a bear!
"Maybe this world is another planet's Hell."
Cool, if you’re two miles from the airport and want to identify Aunt Nelda’s actual plane before she lands. Not so cool if you’re a terrorist with a stinger missile who wants to send Aunt Nelda to hell for posting a photo of pork-laced bullets on her Facebook page (I’m not making this up about the pork-laced bullets. A company in Idaho coats bullets in pork-infused paint for those who not only want to kill Islamic terrorists, but also prevent them from entering paradise).
Time flies, death urges, knells call, Heaven invites, Hell threatens.
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.
Quotes by people born this day, already used as QOTD: Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own; He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow, do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair, or foul, or rain, or shine, The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not heaven itself upon the past has power; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
When all the world dissolves, And every creature shall be purified, All places shall be hell that are not heaven.
Tact is the ability to tell someone to go to hell in such a way that they look forward to the trip.
I fled, and cry'd out, DEATH! Hell trembled at the hideous name, and sigh'd From all her caves, and back resounded, DEATH!
By the skilful and sustained use of propaganda, one can make a people see even heaven as hell or an extremely wretched life as paradise.
When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
When childhood dies, its corpses are called adults and they enter society, one of the politer names of hell. That is why we dread children, even if we love them. They show us the state of our decay.
In the utmost solitudes of Nature, the existence of hell seems to me as legibly declared by a thousand spiritual utterances as that of heaven.
'T was whisper'd in heaven, 't was mutter'd in hell, And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; On the confines of earth 't was permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confess'd.
Here is another strategy for the sentence completion exercise: Sure, Jesus talks about loving your enemies, but Jesus also talks about throwing sinners into hell to burn forever. Since eternal damnation is far worse than exterminating merely one ancient people for their land, the argument goes, don’t get all worked up about the Canaanites. Crisis averted. No, it’s not.
We will say, therefore, that poetry is an art which is supremely potent for the blind, and the painting has the same result on the deaf. Painting, therefore, excels poetry in proportion as the sense to which it ministers is the nobler. The only true function of the poet is to represent the words of people who talk among each other, and these alone he represents to the hearing as if they were natural, because they are natural in themselves and created by the human voice; and in all other respects he is surpassed by the painter. Still more, incomparably greater is the width of range of painting than that of speech, because the painter can accomplish an infinity of things which speech will not be able to name for want of the appropriate terms. And seest thou not that if the painter wishes to depict animals and devils in Hell with what richness of invention he proceeds?
When you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
Mich plagen keine Scrupel noch Zweifel, / Furchte mich weder vor Holle noch Teufel=--I am troubled by no scruples or doubts; I fear neither hell nor devil.
It seemed that hell could appear day or night, at any time, at any place, simply in response to one's thoughts or wishes. It seemed that we could summon it at our pleasure and that instantly it would appear.
It's harder work getting to hell than to heaven.
Whatever is weak, avoid! It is death. If it is strength, go down into hell and get hold of it!
Work is a means; it is not an end. And for any tasks that can be performed or eliminated by a capital instrument, human labor is not the best means…. Furthermore, we have science, engineering and management — the three disciplines — that really plan and control the production of goods and services, trying to eliminate labor. Who the hell is government to come along and try to create labor? The people who are producing wealth are trying to eliminate toil, while the politicians are trying to create it. This to me is absence of logic, absence of plan, absence of system, absence of thought.
Nor jealousy Was understood, the injur'd lover's hell.
If you are going through hell, keep going.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
If the expectation of hell hereafter can keep me from evil-doing, surely _a fortiori_ the certainty of hell now will do so? If a man could be firmly impressed with the belief that stealing damaged him as much as swallowing arsenic would do (and it does), would not the dissuasive force of that belief be greater than that of any based on mere future expectations?
Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; / And in the lowest deep a lower deep, / Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, / To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
Let go of me," I scream, but, oh, only in my imagination because my lips are finished working and my heart has just expired and my mind has gone to hell for the day and my eyes my eyes I think they're bleeding...
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
The fear o' hell 's a hangman's whip To haud the wretch in order; But where ye feel your honour grip, Let that aye be your border.
O shame! where is thy blush? Rebellions hell, If thou canst mutine in a matron's bones, To flaming youth let virtue be as wax, And melt in her own fire: proclaim no shame When the compulsive ardour gives the charge, Since frost itself as actively doth burn, And reason panders will.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Full little knowest thou that hast not tride, What hell it is in suing long to bide: To loose good dayes, that might be better spent; To wast long nights in pensive discontent; To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow; To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow. To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares; To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires; To fawne, to crowche, to waite, to ride, to ronne, To spend, to give, to want, to be undonne. Unhappie wight, borne to desastrous end, That doth his life in so long tendance spend!
Angels and ministers of grace, defend us! Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd, Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell, Be thy intents wicked or charitable, Thou comest in such a questionable shape That I will speak to thee: I 'll call thee Hamlet, King, father, royal Dane: O, answer me! Let me not burst in ignorance, but tell Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death, Have burst their cerements; why the sepulchre, Wherein we saw thee quietly inurn'd, Hath oped his ponderous and marble jaws To cast thee up again. What may this mean, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel Revisit'st thus the glimpses of the moon, Making night hideous, and we fools of nature So horridly to shake our disposition With thoughts beyond the reaches of our souls?
Better to rule in Hell than to serve in Heaven.
"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him."
All hell broke loose.
Between us and hell or heaven there is nothing but life, which of all things is the frailest.
When there is no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth.
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.--_Byron._
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.
The “gates of hell” refers to death. The word used for hell is the Greek word hades, the sheol of the Old Testament, which refers to the unseen world and means “death.” The gates of death shall not prevail against Christ’s church. One of these days the Lord Himself shall descend from heaven with a shout. That shout will be like the voice of an archangel and like a trumpet because the dead in Christ are to be raised. The gates of death shall not prevail against His church.
Married people, for instance, are demonstrably happier than single people; does this mean that marriage causes happiness? Not necessarily. The data suggest that happy people are more likely to get married in the first place. As one researcher memorably put it, “If you’re grumpy, who the hell wants to marry you?
Alone. Yes, that's the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn't hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym.
We shall find no fiend in hell can match the fury of a disappointed woman,--scorned, slighted, dismissed without a parting pang.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Without Jesus Christ the world would not exist, for it could only be either destroyed, or a very hell.
If the blind acceptance of authority appears to him in its true colours, as mere private judgment _in excelsis_ and if he have the courage to stand alone, face to face with the abyss of the eternal and unknowable, let him be content, once for all, not only to renounce the good things promised by "Infallibility," but even to bear the bad things which it prophesies; content to follow reason and fact in singleness and honesty of purpose, wherever they may lead, in the sure faith that a hell of honest men will, to him, be more endurable than a paradise full of angelic shams.
In hope to merit heaven by making earth a hell.
Giebt es Krieg, so macht der Teufel die Holle weiter=--When war falls out, the devil enlarges hell.
The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven..
The heart of man is the place the Devil 's in: I feel sometimes a hell within myself.
The fear o' hell's the hangman's whip, / To haud the wretch in order; / But when ye feel yer honour grip, / Let that be aye yer border.
The compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell.
_Objection._--Those who hope for salvation are so far happy, but they have as a counterpoise the fear of hell.
There was once a line marked out by God, through which were divided Heaven and Hell. And thus was chaos banished from the world. The Devil created lawyers to make amends. They argued the thickness of the line until there was room enough within it for all the sins of men to fit. And all the sins of women too. – The Bullet Catcher’s Handbook
Facilis descensus Averno est, / Noctes atque dies patet atri janua Ditis; / Sed revocare gradum superasque evadere ad auras, / Hoc opus, hic labor est=--The descent to hell is easy; night and day the gate of gloomy Dis stands open; but to retrace your steps and escape to the upper air, this is a work, this is a toil.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
But quiet to quick bosoms is a hell.
Dein Auge kann die Welt trub' oder hell dir machen; / Wie du sie ansiehst, wird sie weinen oder lachen=--Thy eye can make the world dark or bright for thee; as thou look'st on it, it will weep or laugh.
Der Erde Paradies und Holle / Liegt in dem Worte "Weib"=--Heaven and Hell on earth lie in the word "woman."
If you are going through hell, keep going.
Which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair? Which way I fly is hell; myself am hell; And in the lowest deep a lower deep, Still threat'ning to devour me, opens wide, To which the hell I suffer seems a heaven.
"If you are going through hell, keep going."
What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous.
Lasst uns hell denken, so werden wir feurig lieben=--Let us think clearly, we shall love ardently.
Equivocation is half way to lying, and lying is the whole way to hell.
Give her hell from us, Peeves.
The tree Igdrasil, which reaches up to heaven, goes down to the kingdom of hell; and God, the Everlasting Good and Just, is in it all.
"An entire fraternity of strapping Wall-Street-bound youth. ;Hell - this
It is better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours. It cannot be taken from you, not by angels or by demons, heaven or hell.
A beautiful woman is the "hell" of the soul, the "purgatory" of the purse, and the "paradise" of the eyes.
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Quotes by people born this day, already used as QOTD: The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
O, hell! to choose love by another's eyes.
Sometimes in life you make a decision and you find yourself questioning it. A lot. You don’t regret it, exactly. You know that you probably made the right choice and that you’re probably better off for it. But you do spend a lot of time wondering what the hell you were thinking.
"Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company."
Doubt is hell in the human soul.--_Gasparin._
After all is said and done, a hell of a lot more is said than done.
I don’t think that combat has ever been written about truthfully; it has always been described in terms of bravery and cowardice. I won’t even accept these words as terms of human reference any more. And anyway, hell, they don’t even apply to what, in actual fact, modern warfare has become.
There was sadness in being a man, but it was a proud thing too. And he showed what the pride of it was till you couldn't help feeling it. Yes, even in hell, if a man was a man, you'd know it. And he wasn't pleading for any one person any more, though his voice rang like an organ. He was telling the story and the failures and the endless journey of mankind. They got tricked and trapped and bamboozled, but it was a great journey. And no demon that was ever foaled could know the inwardness of it — it took a man to do that. … His voice could search the heart, and that was his gift and his strength. And to one, his voice was like the forest and its secrecy, and to another like the sea and the storms of the sea; and one heard the cry of his lost nation in it, and another saw a little harmless scene he hadn't remembered for years. But each saw something. And when Dan'l Webster finished he didn't know whether or not he'd saved Jabez Stone. But he knew he'd done a miracle. For the glitter was gone from the eyes of the judge and jury, and, for the moment, they were men again, and knew they were men.