Behind lay loneliness and delusions. Ahead lay answers, and yes, Riley. So bent double beneath my load, but naked no longer, I followed the two demons deeper into Hell.

It’s hot as hell as can be.

Had I realized while on Earth,” he said, “that Hell was such a delightful place, I should have put more faith in the teachings of religion. As it was, I actually doubted its existence. A...

Man is the cruelest animal,” says Zarathustra. “When gazing at tragedies, bull-fights, crucifixations he hath hitherto felt happier than at any other time on Earth. And when he invented Hell…lo, Hell was his Heaven on...

Life was taking its vengeance on me, and that vengeance consisted merely in coming back, nothing more. Every case of madness involves something coming back. People who are possessed are not possessed by something that...

Every time someone reaches out to you, even if it’s to point out your sin and they seem to be judging you, it is a token of God’s mercy. He sees the past, present, and...

Dean, you’ve been to Hell, I started the Apocalypse, and we’re supposed to be possessed by an archangel and the devil. Now you’re being skeptical?

Samuel understood at last why this being hated men and women so much: he hated them because they were so like himself, because the worst of the was mirrored in them. He was the source...

Aquello está sobre las brasas de la tierra, en la mera boca del infierno. Con decirle que muchos de los que allí se mueren al llegar al infierno regresan por su cobija.

Hierarchies are celestial. In hell all are equal.

You say I have no power? Perhaps you speak truly… But — you say that dreams have no power here? Tell me, Lucifer Morningstar… Ask yourselves, all of you… What power would hell have if...

For Hell and the foul fiend that rulesGod’s everlasting fiery jails(Devised by rogues, dreaded by fools),With his grim, grisly dog that keeps the door,Are senseless stories, idle tales,Dreams, whimseys, and no more.

In a marshland amongst the crocodiles, there float beautiful water lilies! Even in the Hell, one can find the good and the beauty.

Mr. Dell, go to hell,

We’re playing the hell out of Georgia this fall. We’re playing Macon, Augusta and Athens and then in Atlanta, so by the end of the month we should see a renewed and expanded interest in...

It is not the dead rather the ones who lives through war have seen the dreadful end of the war, you might have been victorious, unwounded but deep within you, you carry the mark of...

Well, you give me too much credit for foresight and planning. I haven’t got a clue what the hell I’m doing.

There’s an idea that hell is other people. My idea is that it might be repetition.

A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell.

Better in Hell with me, than alone in Heaven.

There was a hell for blasphemers. There was a hell for disputers of rightful authority. There were a number of hells for liars. There was probably a hell for little boys who wished their grandmothers...

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.

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.

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...