William Faulkner Quotes

If there is a worse place than Hell, I must be in it.

The bodies of the damned shall be crowded together in hell, like grapes in a wine-press, which press one another till they burst; every distinct sense and organ shall be assailed with its own appropriate and most exquisite sufferings.

Bad people don't go to hell, they are already there.

Hell is life drying up.

Live and die without prayer, and you will pray long enough when you get to hell.

Hell is no other but a soundlesse pit, Where no one beame of comfort peeps in it.

Why am I in Hell? It hurts. It hurts all the time. Why am I in Hell? I just want to go home and lie on the bed the way I used to. Please take me home.

Better pray for hell, not hallelujah.

And when pain bites, men bargain. Boys too. We twist and turn, we plead and beg, we offer our tormentors what he wants so that the hurting will stop. And when there is no torturer to placate, no hooded man with hot irons and tongs, just a burn you can't escape, we bargain with God, or ourselves, depending on the size of our egos.

What is hell other than a realm in which unholiness works without restraint in body and soul?

Suffering turns men towards their creator.

Just having conversations with God, begging God to make the pain go away, and then the pain wouldn't go away. So I'm like 'Who the hell am I talking to? God is not responding.'

There sighs, lamentations and loud wailings resounded through the starless air, so that at first it made me weep; strange tongues, horrible language, words of pain, tones of anger, voices loud and hoarse, and with these the sound of hands, made a tumult which is whirling through that air forever dark, and sand eddies in a whirlwind.

O love-why can't you leave me alone? Which is a rhetorical question meaning: for heaven's sake, don't.

Those who are not Christians go to a place of suffering and torment called hell.

I don't know, but I've been told, the streets of hell are paved with gold.

I guess that's why they call it Hell.

When you're in pain, tomorrow doesn't exist - just the pain - and the only thing that you want in the world is for it to go away.

Hell is just resistance to life.

If I was on the road to Hell, at least I was going in style.

Please don't take him away from this world. Please don't let him die here in my arms, not after everything we've been through together, not after You've taken so many others. Please, I beg You, let him live. I am willing to sacrifice anything to make this happen- I'm willing to do anything You ask. Maybe you'll laugh at me for such a naive promise, but I mean it in earnest, and I don't care if it makes no sense or seems impossible. Let him live. Please. I can't bear this a second time. Tell me there is still good in this world. Tell me there is still hope for all of us.