Best 1914 quotes in «hell quotes» category

Clinging to the rags I had left, I gazed out upon the full breadth of the Furnace and shook at what I saw. The world had been wiped clean of all trace of humanity. Sharp sandstone peaks protruded into the gray sky like a humped backbone, spilling into vast seas of sand on either side. Boulders and driftwood, the castaways of some bygone mountain, cast the only disruption upon the land. And I realized—no sun crossed the sky; there was only constant, lingering grayness.

Come to us, we’re always private at the Private Club,” the broadcast went. “Formerly a Weyland-Yutani mining post in the Scafell Minor System, we’re now a fun place to be. Forget the Company, come here for company like you’ve never had before. Everything you want, everything you need, everything you desire … all the good things they do in hell, without the eternal damnation.

[C]oncepts of dying in to a heaven or hell seem a good deal more political than spiritual. (124)

Cos'altro possono togliermi? Dovunque io vada mi porto dietro il mio inferno.

Could one that's damned stand in high Heaven, even there He'd feel within himself all Hell and Hell's despair.

Create hell and people will be impatient to get there, just out of curiosity

Creepy keeps creeping across the cold cobbles. Watch how he creeps and be sure he hasn’t crept up on you.

Culture is a fibreglass condom suit - highly restrictive, uncomfortable and itchy as hell.

Curtis Bane screamed and though I came around fast and fired in the same motion, he’d already pulled a heater and begun pumping metal at me. We both missed and I was empty, that drum clicking uselessly. I went straight at him. Happily, he too was out of bullets and I closed the gap and slammed the butt of the rifle into his chest. Should’ve knocked him down, but no. The bastard was squat and powerful as a wild animal, thanks to being a coke fiend, no doubt. He ripped the rifle from my grasp and flung it aside. He locked his fists and swung them up into my chin, and it was like getting clobbered with a hammer, and I sprawled into a row of trash cans. Stars zipped through my vision. A leather cosh dropped from his sleeve into his hand and he knew what to do with it all right. He swung it in a short chopping blow at my face and I got my left hand up and the blow snapped my two smallest fingers, and he swung again and I turned my head just enough that it only squashed my ear and you better believe that hurt, but now I’d drawn the sawback bayonet I kept strapped to my hip, a fourteen-inch grooved steel blade with notched and pitted edges—Jesus-fuck who knew how many Yankee boys the Kraut who’d owned it gashed before I did for him—and stabbed it to the guard into Bane’s groin. Took a couple of seconds for Bane to register it was curtains. His face whitened and his mouth slackened, breath steaming in the chill, his evil soul coming untethered. He had lots of gold fillings. He lurched away and I clutched his sleeve awkwardly with my broken hand and rose, twisting the handle of the blade side to side, turning it like a car crank into his guts and bladder, putting my shoulder and hip into it for leverage. He moaned in panic and dropped the cosh and pried at my wrist, but the strength was draining from him and I slammed him against the wall and worked the handle with murderous joy. The cords of his neck went taut and he looked away, as if embarrassed, eyes milky, a doomed petitioner gaping at Hell in all its fiery majesty. I freed the blade with a cork-like pop and blood spurted down his leg in a nice thick stream and he collapsed, folding into himself like a bug does when it dies.

Cynicism is extremely contagious, and the most pious among us cannot long endure its potency. The gullible should be on their guard, however, since this endearing quality frequently masquerades as wit.

- Da, e lucru îngrozitor să cazi în mâinile răului reîncarnat. - Atunci, întreabă doctorul Poole, de ce continuați să-L venerați? - De ce arunci mâncare unui tigru care mârăie?Ca să câștigi un moment de respiro. Ca să amâni oroarea inevitabilului, fie și pentru câteva minute. Și pe Pământ e la fel ca-n Iad - dar cel puțin ești tot pe Pământ.

Dante’s step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell.

Darker the hell, darker the life...darker the death, darker the fear..." the painter's left-hand fingers where drenched in black color, which he kept on scrolling on white paper until he made a... "Raven...darkest like hell and life...raven darkest like fear and death...raven...nevermore

David was the sort of man that he would follow into the very fires of Hell. The crazy thing was it almost felt like they were already there.

Dear God, I must be dead and in hell since you're here.

Death would be an extremely bad thing like most of us paint it, if being dead were painful.

Descrisesem sufletele așa cum mi le imaginam eu, ușoare ca fulgii și invizibile, plutind în sus printr-un strat de nori care arăta ca unul de bumbac, dar era răcoros, cețos și foarte ud. Până ce sufletele străbăteau plafonul noros, veșmintele lor lumești aveau să fie îmbibate de umezeală. Apoi aveau să treacă printr o zonă însorită și caldă, care mirosea a pâine prăjită, apoi printr un nou strat rece și umed. Cald, rece, cald, rece, până ce aerul se subția și cerul se întuneca, devenind din albastru deschis bleumarin. Descrisesem apoi spațiul extraterestru. Stele pretutindeni, ca niște gămălii de diamant. Comete cu cozi sfârâind de foc incandescent. Ploi de meteoriți roșii, portocalii și albaștri. Planete colorate învârtindu-se în jurul unor sori fierbinți. Sufletele aveau să-și continue mult timp ascensiunea prin acest spațiu vast și scânteietor, până ce aveau să ajungă într-un întuneric profund, unde capetele lor aveau să atingă ceva care părea un plafon, dar era o membrană delicată străbătută de vinișoare subțiri, gata să se sfâșie dac-o împungeai cu degetul. Dincolo de această membrană se aflau raiul sau iadul, în funcție de felul în care se comportaseră sufletele pe pământ.

Demons do not wear white.

Do I not well deserve to be turned into hell, if the scorns and threats of blinded men, if the fear of silly, rotten earth, can drive me thither (588)?

Despair was a heavy blackness that let no light in or out. It was a hell beyond expression.

Did you knew that the key for heaven opens and the gate for hell.

Do I believe in Heaven and Hell? I do, we have them here; the world is nothing else.

Did my good deed for the day. Still not close to heaven, but it's something.

Doing the things you hate is living in a world of sin. Hell is staying in the place Jesus saved you from. That is, to live on your own, without God.

Don't ever think you're alone here, We've just been trapped in different hells, And people aren't against you dear, They're just all for themselves.

Do not miss heaven.

Don’t come around me with them say them say, To hell with them.

Don't look my appearance,my look My Soul has a beautiful Grave

Doorman: Good morning Mr. Peaknis Mr. P.: Go to hell

Don't you remember anything?! There is no 'devil.' There is no 'hell.' There is only Unrest. There is no down, only sideways; the transparent beside the opaque, and a thin wall to separate them.

Dostoyevsky described hell as perhaps nothing more than a room with a chair in it. This room has several chairs. A young man sits in one.

Do you know what Hell is? ...No fire, no brimstone. Man in his infinite folly invented that to rob from his brothers their will. Hell is existing without Our Father. None of His love touches me.

Do You Know That By Just Saying "I WANNA DIE" Or "I WISH I COULD DIE" ...God Can Answer That Prayer??? You Will Be Cancelled In The Book Of Life And At Heaven You Will Be Dead, But You Will Just Be Walking On Earth Waiting To Go To Hell. Thats What Most People Call HELL OF A LIFE... A Life Of Someone Who Is Not Written In The Book Of Life. So People Stop Playing With Those Words. And If You Once Said That, PRAY TONIGHT SO THAT GOD RE-WRITES YOU IN THE BOOK OF LIFE.

Do you still want me to go to hell? I must admit, I don't know the way.

Do you think there is heaven or hell? he signed. ‘I don’t know. Not in the Christian way, if that’s what you mean. I think people have a right to believe in whatever they want. I just don’t.’… If someone came in here and gave you positive proof, would you do anything different? She shook her head. ‘I think it’s just as likely that someone could say that this place, right here, is heaven, hell and earth all at the same time. And we still wouldn’t know what to do differently. Everyone just muddles through, trying not to make too many mistakes.

Do you realize that you gave me the best orgasm of my life and we haven't even kissed?

Each person carries around in himself a terrible other world of hell and the unknown. It is an enormous pit reaching below the deepest crater of the earth, or it is the thinnest air far beyond the moon. But it is frightening and essentially “unlike” man as he knows himself familiarly, so we spend all our days living at the other antipodes of ourself.

Drive like hell was following you." - Jace Wayland

...,dying seems like the greatest weakness, and in a world where people say you're lazy for not shaving your legs, then being dead seems like the ultimate character flaw. Chapter I.

Each step you take from Jesus Christ, brings you closer to hell.

Each of us bears his own Hell.

Earth is a heaven but man often creates many hells within this heaven and a fascist country is one of the hottest and the most suffocating hell amongst all those hells!

El infierno existe porque existe el miedo

Eternal peace is hell for the adventurers.

Even with all their threats of eternal damnation and soul roasting, Christian missionaries have run across some who were not so quick to swallow their drivel. Pleasure and pain, like beauty, are in the eye of the beholder. So, when missionaries ventured to Alaska and warned the Eskimos of the horrors of Hell and the blazing lake of fire awaiting transgressors, they eagerly asked: "How do we get there?"!

Even if I never get to see the light of heaven, it will still be worth my sacrifice as long as I save you.

Even though she was terrified she'd somehow get Bo killed because he'd gotten trapped here with her, she was still glad to have him here. In that moment she realized there was no one else she'd rather have by her side. That scared her more than anything because Bo was the one male she shouldn't want.

Even death is going to die!

Even heaven and hell arise just as we think they should be for we are each beings of consciousness creating our own reality.

...even the goddess Persephone is happy, if only for half each year.