Joseph Campbell Quotes

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

I have been to hell and back. I have seen the edge. I have seen the dark side of life.

I guess that's why they call it Hell.

Hell is just resistance to life.

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

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.

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

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

There is something more terrible than a hell of suffering--a hell of boredom.

It was the closest to purgatory that I've ever experienced while I've been living.

We might as well die as to go on living like this.

I do suspect that this world is hell.

I think quite often a fate worse than death is life, for lots of people.

They'll take everything, even your tears.

I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.

Man is born in a day, and he dies in a day, and the thing is easily over; but to have a sick heart for three-fourths of one's lifetime is simply to have death renewed every morning; and life at that price is not worth living.

When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty.

Why doesn't that Devil take me with him? It would be much better with him than it is here.

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

If I was to say I had a life, that would be a lie.

It is silliness to live when to live is torment.

A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light, but rather darkness visible Serv'd only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell, hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end.