There is no injustice in the grace of God. God is as just when He forgives a believer as when He casts a sinner into hell.
I’ve had some styles that make me wonder what the hell I was thinking. How did I let someone do that to me?
I haven’t talked to any young artists for a long time. But if we did sit down, I’d definitely tell them my viewpoint. If it was Lady Gaga, I’d say: ‘You’re talented, and you’ve obviously got the goods… what the hell are you doing with your image? How can anyone take you serious?’
I remember when I first came to Washington. For the first six months you wonder how the hell you ever got here. For the next six months you wonder how the hell the rest of them ever got here.
To many, Heathrow in August is a paradigm of Hell.
‘Hell in a Handbasket’ is not dealing with the political nature of the country. It’s dealing with the humanity and the compassion of the world.
Ours is a world where people don’t know what they want and are willing to go through hell to get it.
Oh, talking about private school, man, I had cornrows, and when I picked ’em out, certain people that didn’t look like me always wanted to touch ’em. One time, I just said, ‘Yo, hell no.’
A fool’s paradise is a wise man’s hell!
If we remove ourselves from the world, we are pretending that we can follow our own individual enlightenment and let the rest of the world go to hell, so to speak.
Idleness of the mind is much worse than that of the body: wit, without employment, is a disease – the rust of the soul, a plague, a hell itself.
Hell lies at the bottom of the human heart.
Did universal charity prevail, earth would be a heaven, and hell a fable.
Those who promise us paradise on earth never produced anything but a hell.
What annoys the hell out of me is the arrogance of some people. They don’t even listen to our music, they decided in advance that they don’t like it.
You don’t create a magazine for your readers. You don’t take a poll, you know, like the politicians do, and find out what they’re thinking and what they want… You’re supposed to be telling people what the hell you think is exciting and dynamic and thought-provoking, and do it – and do it your way.
Yeah, I was a pretty good kid, you know, I was – I was- I was an overachiever and I worked very hard, played a hell of a fiddle.
The Queen’s intelligence network is a hell of a lot better than anyone’s in this palace. Bar none. She knows everything. I don’t know how she does it. And she sees everything.
In the Church of Scotland, Episcopalian, you don’t have to believe in Heaven, but you definitely have to believe in Hell.
To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven.
You read about poor people having Botox go wrong and you think: ‘Well, what the bloody hell were you doing?’ Why would you inject yourself with poison? And why are we spending so much time looking at ourselves? I just don’t get it.
I’m just trying to be the me that I am and not all of this other crap. I just want to be the family man, and if somehow I can make the money to get my ranch and get the hell away from everybody else, that would be awesome.
A man from hell is not afraid of hot ashes.
Time has shown that Paradise is not cheap, and neither is Hell unnecessary.
We live in a world where there are a hell of a lot of new inputs that need to be factored in to your business. It used to be just about your employees and your customers. Now there are all the issues about global warming, about sustainability, about ethics and now about gender and the distribution of wealth.
In the Christian world… it is believed that angels were created at the beginning, and that heaven was formed of them; and that the Devil or Satan was an angel of light, who, becoming rebellions, was cast down with his crew, and that this was the origin of hell.
If you were to ask me, ‘What the hell does a musician have in common with a restaurant?’ I would say a huge amount. It’s show time every day, it’s a team of people, like, running a circus, which is running a rock-and-roll band.
The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence. Remembering heaven. That was the essence of hell.
I don’t want to write formula. I don’t want to crank these books out like sausages. Every book is different, which takes a hell of a lot of ingenuity on my part.
It was said Daredevil grew up in Hell’s Kitchen, an amazing name for a neighbourhood. But that opened a Pandora’s box of all the crime stuff I wanted to do. I borrowed liberally from Will Eisner’s ‘The Spirit’ and turned ‘Daredevil’ into a crime comic.
Most English writers are not interested in change but in the social novel. That demands a static backdrop. I’m intensely interested in change – probably as a matter of self-preservation. What the hell is going to happen next?
I would rather my soul broil in hell than I do you any harm.
I wish I could sing. I love singers, but I am way too shy. Scares the hell out of me.
What the hell did I do in the 80’s? Midnight Run. A perfect movie. Just a perfect movie.
Open-water swimming scares the hell out of me.
Hateful to me as are the gates of hell, Is he who, hiding one thing in his heart, Utters another.
You have to stay in shape. My grandmother, she started walking five miles a day when she was 60. She’s 97 today and we don’t know where the hell she is.
If I were God, I would just be up there scratching my head, thinking, ‘What the hell am I supposed to do with this?’ For everyone helping an old lady across the street, there’s someone else bludgeoning a person to death. And sometimes they’re the same. How can He separate us all out?
In Paris they have special wheelchairs that go through every doorway. They don’t change the doorways, they change the wheelchairs. To hell with the people! If someone weighs a couple more pounds, that’s it!
I’ll put you through hell, but at the end of it all we’ll be champions.
One puts on black robes to scare the hell out of white people, while the other puts on white robes to scare the hell out of blacks.
For me, Iran was paradise, and I believe it’s a paradise still, but only if you don’t have political problems. If you have a political problem, paradise turns into hell.
There was no way in hell I was going to jeopardize my baby for my show.
My version, of course, is not this flag-waving, let’s all get on the Jesus train and ride out of hell. I’m not that kind of guy. It’s an embrace that life is good, worth living and yeah, it’s not easy, but there are more pluses than minuses.
I tell you the groans of the damned in hell are the deep bass of the universal anthem of praise that shall ascend to the throne of my God for ever and ever.
Canadians look down on the United States and consider it Hell. They are right to do so. Canada is to the United States what, in Dante’s scheme, Limbo is to Hell.
For most people, the question why be good – as distinguished from merely law abiding – is a simple one. Because God commands it, because the Bible requires it, because good people go to Heaven and bad people go to Hell.
Too caustic? To hell with the costs, we’ll make the picture anyway.
I started riding the whole ‘fluffy’ train, and it’s a cute word and socially a lot more acceptable than someone saying is fat or obese. If you call a girl ‘fat,’ yo, she’ll raise hell, but if you say, ‘Aw girl, look at you, you’re fluffy,’ there’s almost a sexy appeal to it.
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good… war sucks.
I keep seeing myself in my daughter, and I see my mother in me and in her. Bloody hell.
I think hell’s a real place where real people spend a real eternity.
When a person is going through hell, and she encounters someone who went through hellish hell and survived, then she can say, ‘Mine is not so bad as all that. She came through, and so can I.’
I watch practically no TV – ah, what the hell do I watch? Oh, I was for a long time addicted to CNN.
From compassion springs humility. The ego is verily a gateway to hell. The person who is egoistic is far from being religious.
I have spent my adult life working in American intelligence. It has been quite an honor. Generally well resourced. A global mission. No want of issues. And it was a hell of a ride.
Anybody who sits down to write, and they think ‘thriller,’ maybe shouldn’t be thinking that way. Maybe we should be thinking ‘novel,’ maybe ‘thriller’ way in the background, but that these are real people to whom things are happening. It just happens to be a hell of an exciting story.
When you’re in hell, you forget how great you really are because you’re suffering and you forget the great things you’ve done.
How well I have learned that there is no fence to sit on between heaven and hell. There is a deep, wide gulf, a chasm, and in that chasm is no place for any man.
I did ‘Hell’s Kitchen’ and ‘Celebrity MasterChef.’ I was quite good at those, and did a cookbook.
I tried snowboarding, and that scared the hell out of me.
