Quotes about hell

When all the world dissolves,

And every creature shall be purified,

All places shall be hell that are not heaven.

Why this is hell, nor am I out of it.

Think'st thou that I, who saw the face of God,

And tasted the eternal joy of Heaven,

Am not tormented with ten thousand hells

In being depriv'd of everlasting bliss?

Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscrib'd

In one self place; but where we are is hell,

And where hell is, there must we ever be.

The advance of liberalism, so-called, in Christianity, during the past fifty years, may fairly be called a victory of healthy-mindedness within the church over the morbidness with which the old hell-fire theology was more harmoniously related. We have now whole congregations whose preachers, far from magnifying our consciousness of sin, seem devoted rather to making little of it. They ignore, or even deny, eternal punishment, and insist on the dignity rather than on the depravity of man. They look at the continual preoccupation of the old-fashioned Christian with the salvation of his soul as something sickly and reprehensible rather than admirable; and a sanguine and 'muscular' attitude, which to our forefathers would have seemed purely heathen, has become in their eyes an ideal element of Christian character. I am not asking whether or not they are right, I am only pointing out the change.

What makes earth feel like Hell is our expectation that it should feel like Heaven.

"In Hell, it's our attachments to a fixed identity that torture us."0

"The truth is you stay in Hell until you forgive yourself."

In Hell you'd be foolish to count on people displaying high standards of honesty. The same goes for earth.

Maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do.

Hell isn’t very organized. It’s an anarchy except for a touch of absolute monarchy on some points.

In one word, Queequeg, said I, rather digressively; hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple-dumpling; and since then perpetuated through the hereditary dyspepsias nurtured by Ramadans.

Fathers and teachers, I ponder, "What is hell?" I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.