Nothing can cover his high fame but Heaven; No pyramids set off his memories, But the eternal substance of his greatness,-- To which I leave him.
Haste, holy Friar, Haste, ere the sinner shall expire! Of all his guilt let him be shriven, And smooth his path from earth to heaven!
Think, oh, grateful think! How good the God of Harvest is to you; Who pours abundance o'er your flowing fields, While those unhappy partners of you kind Wide-hover round you, like the fowls of heaven, And ask their humble dole.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Ah! what avail the largest gifts of Heaven, When drooping health and spirits go amiss? How tasteless then whatever can be given! Health is the vital principle of bliss, And exercise of health.
The human heart is like a ship on a stormy sea driven about by winds blowing from all four corners of heaven. -Martin Luther.
There is a light that shines beyond all things on earth, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in your heart -Chandogya Upanishad.
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There is in every true woman's heart, a spark of heavenly fire, which lies dormant in the broad daylight of prosperity, but which kindles up and beams and blazes in the dark hour of adversity. -Washington Irving.
There is a light that shines beyond all things on Earth, beyond us all, beyond the heavens, beyond the highest, the very highest heavens. This is the light that shines in our heart. -Chandogya Upanishad 3.13.7.
Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
God keeps a niche In Heaven, to hold our idols; and albeit He brake them to our faces, and denied That our close kisses should impair their white,-- I know we shall behold them raised, complete, The dust swept from their beauty, glorified, New Memnons singing in the great God-light.
Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?
All places are distant from heaven alike.
In hope to merit Heaven by making earth a Hell.
To appreciate heaven well 'Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell.
The road to heaven lies as near by water as by land.
Heaven means to be one with God. - Confucius,
And so upon this wise I prayed,-- Great Spirit, give to me A heaven not so large as yours But large enough for me.
Since Heaven's eternal year is thine.
Nor can his blessed soul look down from heaven, Or break the eternal sabbath of his rest.
'Twas whispered in Heaven, 'twas muttered in hell And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell. On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, And the depths of the ocean its presence confessed.
While resignation gently slopes the way; And, all his prospects brightening to the last, His heaven commences ere the world be past.
All this, and Heaven too!
Just are the ways of heaven; from Heaven proceed The woes of man: Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed.