Tom Stoppard Quotes

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

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

There is no redemption from hell.

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

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

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.

In hell there's a big hotel where the bar just closed and the windows never opened. No phone so you can't call home, and the TV works, but the clicker is broken.

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

In hell there is no retention.

He supposed that even in Hell, people got an occasional sip of water, if only so they could appreciate the full horror of unrequited thirst when it set in again.

Hell is an idea first born on an undigested apple dumpling.

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

A journey is a fragment of Hell.

That's my punishment in hell, shoveling horseshit.

The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.

Any god who can invent hell is no candidate for the Salvation Army

Consider, children ... the pain of touching the tip of your finger to your mother's stove, even for a fraction of a second. That is an experience which most of you have suffered. Now try to imagine that pain, not simply on a fingertip but spread over the whole surface of your body, and not for a mere second, but everlastingly. That, children, is hellfire.

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.

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

Criminals together. We're in hell, my little friend, and there's never any mistake there. People are not damned for nothing.

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

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

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