Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill'd Desire,
And Hell the Shadow of a Soul on fire.
"There, take," says Justice, "take ye each a shell;
We thrive at Westminster on fools like you.
'T was a fat oyster! live in peace,--adieu."
Hell is full of good intentions.
He knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell
Hell from beneath is moved for thee to meet thee at thy coming.
We have made a covenant with death, and with hell are we at agreement.
Because we were too intellectual and clever and humanistic to believe in a hell didnât mean that a hell couldnât exist.
I mean, what the hell can you do with love except cleanse yourself of it by debasing the image to a lust object?
Spirits can be brought back from the dead, and hell is not a fable
Hell is a fact and no mere Sunday scare
We need philosophers, not men who've been exalted through their skill at shyster's tricks, who shell out shibboleths, who fox, who fix, committed to the timocractic view that wealth is power, and neither is for you
Marlowe would embrace hell itself, if hell were all that the curtain hid
I sit in mine own lodgings feeling truly in a wretched dim hell of mine own making, spent, used, shameless, shameful
Hell exists, hell waits
The soul in hell is ... a soul at last aware that truth and beauty and goodness, as expressed in what we may call the personality of God, go on existing but quite beyond the hope of that soul's being able to get at them. The condemned soul knows what it wants, but it can't have what it wants. That's hell
Hell is an emanation of God's justice. But we believe that his love is greater than his justice. Hell has to exist ... but there may be nobody in it
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.
Strange that creatures without backbones have the hardest shells.
The hottest places in hell are reserved for those who, in time of great moral crisis, maintain their neutrality.
I have suffered from being misunderstood, but I would have suffered a hell of a lot more if I had been understood.
Maybe this world is another planet's Hell.
I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the seashore, and diverting myself now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Gambling, eating meat, wine- bibbing, adultery, hunting, thieving, debauchery - these seven things in this world lead to the hells.