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Heri kuwa maskini kwa miaka mingi duniani na kuwa tajiri wa milele mbinguni kuliko kuwa tajiri kwa miaka mingi duniani na kuwa maskini wa milele ahera.

Herr Professor', vroeg een mevrouw aan de grote theoloog Karl Barth, 'zullen wij onze gestorven dierbaren een terugzien?' 'Jazeker mevrouw,' gaf Herr Professor ten antwoord. 'Trouwens, de anderen ook.' 'Mogen de engelen u naar het paradijs geleiden,' zingt de kerk de gestorvenen toe, maar zij laat er onmiddellijk op volgen dat zij daar in het gezelschap van de 'eertijds arme Lazarus' zullen verkeren. Geen hemel zonder verloste bedelaars. Moslims die bereid zijn zichzelf op te blazen, wordt twaalf maagden in de hemelse gewesten in het vooruitzicht gesteld. Het zou heilzaam zijn wanneer hun geestelijke leidslieden erbij zouden zeggen dat ze er ook hun schlachtoffers zullen aantreffen.

Her voice sounds like velvet and heaven. Sticky Thoughts

He sang 'Stairway to Heaven' in four different languages but never knew where that staircase stood.

He's the King of all the heavens And all found here below. To Him, your hearts are like this lake Reflecting in His glow.

He still loved her—and every moment that he didn’t have her hurt him deeply. That was why he’d spent the past nine days with a shadow of her soul, why he’d sought to reset the entire universe to have her back.

He tells people that they can no more expect justice in the afterlife than in the mortal plane, but he doesn't do this to dissuade them from worshipping God; on the contrary, he encourages them to do so. What he insists on is that they not love God under a misapprehension, that if they wish to love God, they be prepared to do so no matter His intentions. God is not just, God is not kind, God is not merciful, and understanding that is essential to true devotion.

He was humbled by her infinite love toward him - it shone through even in his afterlife.

He who extend heaven’s reign to the whole earth is fulfilling God’s intention

He who on earth has lived in the conjugal state as he should live, will be placed among the Gods who dwell in heaven

He will protect me if it is his will. It is not up to me whether I live or die. Either way, Heaven is what'll wait for me - the light at the end of the tunnel.

High heels are a short (theist) woman's (subconscious) way of telling God to go to hell … in public.

His biggest gripe with religion was the concept of heaven, of paradise, that we could only get there after we died. He said any philosophy that cared more about life after death than life before death wasn’t anything he could believe in. That’s why he called this farm Paradise. He said Paradise was ours if we wanted it. It was ours to make in the here and now, not something out there in the future that we had to wait for.

His eyes went again to the crucifix above his head, reflected in the mirror. The strained arms, the arched spine. All that effort to open the gates of heaven for us and we (he thought) probably spend out first hours among the heavenly hosts settling old scores with relatives.

His Nana's prayers were moving toward his mother like little butterflies of thoughts wrapped in the most beautiful colors. Each prayer looked like a mini-rainbow.

Holiness is the holy fire.

Honest intentions, self-dedication, and constant self-aspiration is required to inspire the hidden intuition and dimension in us at a higher conscious level. This is the milestone to earn wisdom and enter the kingdom of God.

Honor your grief and the pain you feel when you lose a beloved pet. It is the first step toward healing.

Hope is a Heaven to keep you out of Hell. It's hard work believing that it's there.

Hope is heaven.

How miserably hypocritical, you might say, but no sooner am I offered a chance to flee Hell than I yearn to stay. Few families hold their relations as closely as do prisons. Few marriages sustain the high level of passion that exists between criminals and those who seek to bring them to justice. It’s no wonder the Zodiac Killer flirted so relentlessly with the police. Or that Jack the Ripper courted and baited detectives with his - or her - coy letters. We all wish to be pursued. We all long to be desired.

How easily such a thing can become a mania, how the most normal and sensible of women once this passion to be thin is upon them, can lose completely their sense of balance and proportion and spend years dealing with this madness.

How long have i been dead? A minute. An hour. A thousand years

How can a full grown man carry bomb and kill many innocent people including himself? He was promised life after death. Many Virgins, no sickness. No pain. Because he hates his life on earth here. Sad no? No man is really looking for religion, we're all looking for a better life here and beyond. WHAT AM I DOING FOR TO GAIN THIS LIFE ETERNAL? IT WAS GIVEN ME FREELY BY GRACE BUT WHAT AM I DOING? HOW FAR CAN I GO?

How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you’ve been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?

Human knowledge, which we treat as intelligence, is the first dive into the ocean of self-ignorance.

Hundreds of wise men cannot make the world a heaven, but one idiot is enough to turn it into a hell.

Hunter’s entire body writhed and squirmed. The side of his head was partly gone. A creature, like some monstrous melding of insect and eel, protruded from Hunter’s shoulder and as they stood there rooted in horror it took a vicious bite of Hunter’s flesh. Taylor was suddenly gone. Dekka’s face was grim, her eyes wet. “I tried . . . ,” Hunter said. He held up his hands, mimicked pressing them against his head. “It didn’t work.” “I can do it,” Sam said softly. “I’m scared,” Hunter said. “I know.” “It’s ’cause I killed Harry. God has to punish me. I tried to be good but I’m bad.” “No, Hunter,” Sam said gently. “You paid your dues. You fed the kids. You’re a good guy.” “I’m a good hunter.” “The best.” “I don’t know what’s happening. What’s happening, Sam?” “It’s just the FAYZ, Hunter,” Sam said. “Can the angels find me here so I can go to heaven?” Sam didn’t answer. It was Dekka who spoke. “Do you still remember any prayers, Hunter?” The insectlike creature was almost completely emerged from Hunter’s shoulder. Legs were becoming visible. It had wings folded against its body. It looked like a gigantic ant, or wasp, but silver and brass and covered with a sheen of slime. It was emerging like a chicken breaking out of an egg. Being born. And as the creature was born, it fed on Hunter’s numbed body. Jerky movements beneath Hunter’s shirt testified to more of the larvae emerging. “Do you remember ‘now I lay me down to sleep’?” Dekka asked. “Now I lay me down to sleep,” Hunter said. “I pray the Lord my soul to keep.” Sam raised his hands, palms out. “If I should die—” Twin beams of light hit Hunter’s chest and face. His shirt caught fire. Flesh melted. He was dead before he could feel anything. Sam played the light up and down Hunter’s body. The smell was sickening. Jack wanted to look away, but how could he? Sudden darkness as Sam terminated the light. Sam lowered his hands to his side. They stood there in the darkness. Jack breathed through his mouth, trying not to smell the burned flesh. Then they heard a sound. Many sounds. Sam raised his hands and pale light glowed. Hunter was all but gone. The things that had been inside him were still there.

I am Angel. I am demon. I am woman. I am heaven and hell rolled into one. Kiss me passionately, let me taste your desire, feed my soul and your heaven becomes mine... Beget a maelstrom, feel the abyss shudder. hear the wails of anguish and my hell becomes yours...

I am not going in hell.. (First, because I don't believe in heaven and hell... they are just conceps for me...)... secondly I am going to the right way.. by not believing this fucking idiot... with title "GOD". (I am not a slave... in somebody else hands...)

I am not afraid to die because I know heaven is a place of artists, musicians and poets

I am persuaded our discontents, and murmurings with out unpleasing condition, and our covetous desires after more, are not so provoking to God, nor so destructive to the sinner, as our too sweet enjoying, and rest of spirit in a pleasing state. . . . Our rest is our heaven, and where we take our rest, there we make our heaven(457).

I am a daughter, a son of God's, part of God's royal family. In the perspective of eternity, many things of this world are petty, beneath me: Vulgarity, stinginess, greed, grudges.

I am fashionably unimpressed with the material world. I am moved by the beauty of aspiration, and I hope that I can elevate myself to the standards I have imposed on others.

I am not moved to love Thee, 0 my Lord, By any longing for Thy Promised Land; Nor by the fear of hell am I unmanned To cease from my transgressing deed or word. Tis Thou Thyself dost move me,—Thy blood poured Upon the cross from nailed foot and hand; And all the wounds that did Thy body brand; And all Thy shame and bitter death's award. Yea, to Thy heart am I so deeply stirred That I would love Thee were no heaven on high,— That I would fear, were hell a tale absurd! Such my desire, all questioning grows vain; Though hope deny me hope I still should sigh, And as ray love is now, it should remain. (To Christ Crucified)

I am ready. I have repented my sins and soon I will be in heaven with Christ my savior. Now I must die like a man.

I am thankful to my physical existence on planet earth, that I completed my literary work from whatever mind I had left, before becoming mindless nonphysical.

I am the source of love I am the source of joy I am the heaven and earth I am the happiness.

I asked, "You mean, you might as well spend your life going upward, through the happy places, since heaven and hell - the destinations - are the same thing anyway?" "Same - same," he said. "Same in end, so better to be happy on journey." I said, "So, if heaven is love, then hell is..." "Love, too," he said.

I believed, from the solitary and thoughtful way in which my mother murmured her song, that she was alone. And I went softly into the room. She was sitting by the fire, suckling an infant, whose tiny hand she held against her neck. Her eyes were looking down upon its face, and she sat singing to it. I was so far right, that she had no other companion. I spoke to her, and she started, and cried out. But seeing me, she called me her dear Davy, her own boy! and coming half across the room to meet me, kneeled down upon the ground and kissed me, and laid my head down on her bosom near the little creature that was nestling there, and put its hand up to my lips. I wish I had died. I wish I had died then, with that feeling in my Heart! I should have been more fit for Heaven than I ever have been since.

I believe we are more ready to embrace our lives in the here and now when we are able to recognize the continuity between the immanence of God in our world and eternity. Rather than simply waiting to be liberated to another time or place, we are being invited to collaborate in the healing and redemption of our world.

I believe we see a sliver of heaven when we dream, but our mortal fears and worries cloud our vision.

I can stand up like this, with P2’s gun pointed at my back knowing it will go off at the touch of a finger if he decides I’ve said too much, and you know what? I’m not in the least worried about it. If I die, I go into that vision of heaven. I go to meet my Savior who has met my needs and loves me more than His own life.

I am writing this book aggressively because I do not want to provide you false information or wrong beliefs, or create more mass ignorance, but instead walk you through the righteous path to enter Heaven.

I believe each of us is a pilgrim in our own way; we are all lost souls, trying to find our way home.

I believe that a godly home is a foretaste of heaven. Our homes, imperfect as they are, must be a haven from the chaos outside. They should be a reflection of our eternal home, where troubled souls find peace, weary hearts find rest, hungry bodies find refreshment, lonely pilgrims find communion, and wounded spirits find compassion.

I beseech you, my brothers, remain faithful to the earth, and do not believe those who speak to you of otherworldly hopes! Poison-mixers are they, whether they know it or not. Despisers of life are they, decaying and poisoned themselves, of whom the earth is weary: so let them go. Once the sin against God was the greatest sin; but God died, and these sinners died with him. To sin against the earth is now the most dreadful thing, and to esteem the entrails of the unknowable higher than the meaning of the earth... What is the greatest experience you can have? It is the hour of the great contempt. The hour when your happiness, too, arouses your disgust, and even your reason and your virtue.

I can see only three planets in the entire universe, namely Heaven, Earth and Me! Heaven shines its glory on Earth and the rays keep falling on Me! I have a call!

I contemplate the impossible and achieve madness. This is my blessing. This is my curse. My heaven, my hell.

i didn't choose dark , neither dark chose me i didn't choose lonely , neither lonely choose me i didn't choose pain , neither pain choose me i didn't choose to live in hell , neither hell chose me i'm thrown there and force to be in that and i cant oppose Because you can't oppose when Something God Do for you. And i keep that person near to my God i trusted and love Even more then God.