1,325 Quotes About Hell

In that instant, Gogolov feared death. He could feel himself falling through the dark void of space. He was flailing and terrified and utterly alone. He braced for impact, but it never came. He cried for mercy he would never see. He felt the searing heat and the demons ripping at his eyes and face with claws like razors. And then, in a terrifying flash of clarity, he realized it would never end.

Is it not eminently just that I should give myself entirely and without reserve to Him Who drew me out of nothing, and Who at every moment of my life maintains the existence He has given me; Whom I have received all and from Whom I expect all, and without Whom I can never be happy?

I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse.

God has to punish sinners, because God is holy, but Jesus has paid the price for our sin, and so we can have eternal life. However true or untrue that is technically or theologically, what it can do is subtly teach people that Jesus rescues us from God.

If Jesus was willing to be beaten and tortured to gain the salvation of mankind, the least we can do is tell them about it.

So, is there an afterlife, and if so, what will it be like? I don't have a clue. But I am confident that the one who has buoyed us up in life will also buoy us up through death. We die into God. What more that means, I do not know. But that is all I need to know.

In monasteries, seminaries, retreats and synagogues, they fear hell and seek paradise. Those who know the mysteries of God never let that seed be planted in their souls.

No one's told me what happens after people die. I don't have a clue. Hell, I don't even know if God is a man or a woman. But maybe that's the fear – no, not God being a woman. It's the not knowing. Not having that firsthand proof of what will actually matter when you watch your soul get weighed.

...I don't knowif it's better to be good at a bad job or bad at a good job,but there must be some kind of satisfactionin doing a job so poorly, you are never asked to do it again....I learned that I'd work any job this hard, achelike this to know that I could always ache for something.There's a hell for people like uswhere we shovel the coal we have mined ourselvesinto furnaces that burn the flesh from our bonesnightly, and we never miss a shift.