One thing you gotta know about me is I have absolutely no filter. I have no problem saying what the hell I think of someone.

We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.

What is hell to a writer? Hell is being too busy to find the time to write or being unable to find the inspiration. Hell is suddenly finding the words but being away from your...

I want all hellions to quit puffing that hell fume in God’s clean air.

Acquire worldly wisdom and adjust your behavior accordingly. If your new behavior gives you a little temporary unpopularity with your peer group…then to hell with them.

If your success is not amazing to your critics, it disturbs, infuriates, and frustrates them, and if they’re not careful; may go hang themselves and go to hell.

The real hell of life is everyone has his reasons.

The road to hell is paved with careful planning.

I don’t have to worry about Madame Ouche! she’ll still be robbing me blind when she’s dead!…having made her last confession and received extreme unction…all the cataclysms will pass over her without harming a single...

No quality imparts apparent strength to its possessors more effectively than faith. From hospital beds to battlefields, it is the iron that strengthens a man to confront his destiny.

Like most playwrights, I hate talkbacks with a passion that can burn a hole through hell.

So if the Infernum is an empy interior, what’s Heaven in their conception?” I asked, nudging him.”A second inside-out house, inside, or rather ‘outside’ the first,” he said. “If you cross its threshold, you realize...

I saw the spiders marching through the air,Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed dayIn latter August when the hayCame creaking to the barn. But whereThe wind is westerly,Where gnarled November makes the spiders flyInto...

One time, two years ago, I took a draught of morphia, meaning to end my life. My mother found me before the life was ended, the doctor drew the poison from my stomach with a...

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

—Si yo bajara en busca de tu alma, ni todos los querubines negros juntos podrían apartarme de ti.Un escalofrío recorrió la espalda de Julia.—Haría lo que fuera necesario por salvarte —añadió él y, en ese...

Even from far away, I could see people being chased by hellhounds, burned at the stake, forced to run naked through cactus patches or listen to opera music.

Exactly what the powers of hell feed on: the best instincts in man.

God’s creatures who cried themselves to sleep stirred to cry again.

Blame is a choice that doesn’t give you directions out of hell.

To enter heaven is to become more human than you ever succeeded in being on earth; to enter hell, is to be banished from humanity.

Hell is of this world and there are men who are unhappy escapees from hell, escapees destined ETERNALLY to reenact their escape.

animals never worry about Heaven or Hell. neither do I. maybe that’s why we get along

Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the tree-tops); scarcely has the last glint still dancing on the burnished metal heights...

And he began, “What chance or destinyhas brought you here before your final day?And who is he who leads your pilgrimage?””Up there in life beneath the quiet starsI lost my way,” I answered, “in a...

Before the beginning, after the great war between Heaven and Hell, God created the Earth and gave dominion over it to the crafty ape he called Man. And to each generation was born a creature...

Give her hell from us, Peeves.

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.

Heaven and hell could wait.He had paradise right there in his arms.

it’s hard to tell whether ornot hell’s flames are gettingcloser

I put the hell in hello—especially when waving at my mother-in-law. If looks could kill, she’d wish she were Helen Keller.

Ramadi’s sky was generously filled with stars. Celestial ornaments set against a banner of a deep blue velvet sky. It was a place where hell, death, and heaven were so clear and the closest I’ve...

I’m not interested in absolute moral judgments. Just think of what it means to be a good man or a bad one. What, after all, is the measure of difference? The good guy may be...

Shakespeare’s Iago could be played as a soul in hell, driven, dark and desperate, willing to do anything, willing to use anyone, in order to escape from that hell.

deviated from Islam and should be condemned to hell.

They believe themselves Lucifer’s equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him…...

I love you,” Matt said.I love you, too,” Maria replied. “I know that’s a sin, and I’ll probably go to hell for it.”If I have a soul, I’ll go with you,” promised Matt.

Hell is a hell of a lie! God is not a torturer!

I wrought me a lyric of fire and fear,And called on the world to heed —Till strong men blenched at my haggard faceAnd shuddered, but would not read.So I stole me the gold of the...

We laughed the way that only people who carry each other back from Hell can laugh when they finally get a hunger for the future once again.

No parent should have to bury a child … No mother should have to bury a son. Mothers are not meant to bury sons. It is not in the natural order of things.I buried my...

Just knock hell out of it with your right hand.

Never pity missionaries; envy them. They are where the real action is — where life and death, sin and grace, Heaven and Hell converge.

If you ever need to confirm that a girl is worth coming back from Hell for, show her your monster arm and see what she says.

I have heard them preach, when I sat in the pew and my feet did not touch the floor, about the final home of the unconverted. In order to impress upon the children the length...

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...

This has been going on for four years, but now my life is hell. It’s hell and that’s all.

Hell begins with a grumbling mood, always complaining, always blaming others… but you are still distinct from it. You may even criticize it in yourself and wish you could stop it. But there may come...

Heaven would be Hell in no time if every cruel, selfish, vicious soul went to Heaven.

I never understood why when you died, you didn’t just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn’t be there. I always thought I’d like my own tombstone...