Pema Chodron Quotes

Hell is life drying up.

I don't know if paradise or hell exist, but I'm sure hell is more groovy.

I guess that's why they call it Hell.

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.

You heard of hell, well I was sent from it.

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

There is a dreadful Hell, And everlasting pains; There sinners must with devils dwell In darkness, fire, and chains.

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

I do suspect that this world is hell.

… cast into a burning hell

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.

When thou diest, thy soul will be tormented alone; that will be a hell for it, but at the day of judgment they body will join thy soul, and then thou wilt have twin hells, thy soul sweating drops of blood, and thy body suffused with agony. In fire exactly like that which we have on earth thy body will lie, asbestos-like, forever unconsumed, all they veins roads for the feet of pain to travel on, every nerve a string on which the devil shall forever play his diabolical tune of 'Hell's Unutterable Lament'.

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

Hell is full of good wishes or desires.

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

If you look at any religious description of hell, it is the same as human society, the way we dream. Hell is a place of suffering, a place of fear, a place of war and violence, a place of judgment and no justice, a place of punishment that never ends.

What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.

And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall, By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.

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

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

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

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

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