Humphry Davy Quotes

This is heaven. You can stop praying now.

Yes, Heaven is thine; but this Is a world of sweets and sours; Our flowers are merely—flowers.

The hills and valleys of Heaven will be to those you now experience not as a copy is to an original, nor as the substitute is to the genuine article, but as the flower to the root, or the diamond to the coal.

The Creator of the seas, sands, and endless stars is reaching out to you this very day! He is offering the grand recipe for happiness, peace, and eternal life!

All earthly delights are sweeter in expectation than in enjoyment; but all spiritual pleasures more in fruition than in expectation.

I'd like to think there is a Heaven, and it starts from the happiest day in your life.

He that does good for good's sake seeks neither paradise nor reward, but he is sure of both in the end.

Paradise was made for tender hearts; hell, for loveless hearts.

In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast.

What we often feel in ecstatic moments in this world - 'I don't ever want this to stop' - will be the constant thought of our hearts in that world. We shall think it, knowing that in fact it never WILL stop.

Sow a seed and the earth will yield you a flower. Dream your dream to the sky and it will bring you your beloved.

In heaven we shall see that we had not one trial too many.

Though I do not believe that my desire for Paradise proves that I shall enjoy it, I think it a pretty good indication that such a thing exists and that some men will.

You've got a lot to look forward to in Heaven. Compared to what's in store for you in Heaven, your current pain and problems are petty.

The activity of love and faith is what makes heaven.

I perceive we postpone all our joys of Christ, till He and we be in our own house above, thinking that there is nothing of it here to be sought or found, but only hope and fair promises; and that Christ will give us nothing here but tears, sadness, crosses; and that we shall never feel the smell of the flowers of that high garden of paradise above, till we come there. Nay, but I find it possible to find young glory, and a young green paradise of joy even here. We dream of hunger in Christ's house, while we are here, although He alloweth feasts to all the bairns within God's household.

To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

The bud may have a bitter taste, But sweet will be the flower.

The blessed in the kingdom of heaven will see the punishments of the damned, in order that their bliss be more delightful for them.

I think if you ask people what their concept of heaven is, they would say, if they are honest, that it is a big department store, with new things every week - all the money to buy them, and maybe a little more than the neighbours.

Heaven is home. Utopia is here. Nirvana is now.

Will I find spiritual communion with God sweet enough, and hope in his promises deep enough, not just to cope, but to flourish and rejoice in him?

Down below all the crust of human conceptions, of human ideas, Christ sank an artesian well into a source of happiness so pure and blessed that even yet the world does not believe in it.

A space in Paradise equivalent to the size of a foot would be better than the world and what is in it.

Heaven was the place where you kept alive the dreams of your memories.