Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Hell ain't half full.

Some might say they don't believe in heaven Go and tell it to the man who lives in hell.

Chicago is the product of modern capitalism, and, like other great commercial centers, is unfit for human habitation.

Hell has been described as a pocket edition of Chicago.

If I was bound for hell, let it be hell. No more false heaven. No more damned magic.

And when he had put his hand on mine with a cheerful look, wherefrom I took courage, he brought me within to the secret things. Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air; wherefore at first I wept thereat. Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint, and sounds of hands with them, were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark, like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.

There is no hell, no inferno except the frenzy of living.

I view great cities as pestilential to the morals, the health and the liberties of man.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the townlets wither a time and die. This is not offered in criticism but only as observation. And I am sure that, as all pendulums reverse their swing, so eventually will the swollen cities rupture like dehiscent wombs and disperse their children back to the countryside.

Mumbai is becoming more and more of a nightmare.

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.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.

I guess that's why they call it Hell.

Men have feverishly conceived a heaven only to find it insipid, and a hell to find it ridiculous.

I don't believe in hell. I believe in unemployment, but not hell.

Represent to yourself a dark city all burning and stinking with fire and brimstone. The damned are in the depth of hell within this woful city, where they suffer unspeakable torments in all their senses and members. Consider above all the eternity of their pains, which above all things makes hell intolerable.

I have known heaven, and now I am in hell, and there are mimes.

If there is in fact, a heaven and a hell, all we know for sure is that hell will be a viciously overcrowded version of Phoenix.

Through me you go into a city of weeping; through me you go into eternal pain; through me you go amongst the lost people

We probably in hell already, our dumb asses not knowing.

I actually think there is hell because we see hell every day.

London, ... like a bowl of viscid human fluid, boils sullenly over the rim of its encircling hills and slops messily into the home counties.

May Heaven exist, even if my place is Hell.

This temporal fire is but a painted fire in respect of that penetrating and real fire in hell.