Wendell Berry Quotes

Is heaven a hope or as real as the earth and sky?

Heaven. The biggest waste of our time we ever invented, outside jigsaws.

Hell is gone and heaven's here,there's nothing left for you to fear.

I’ve died and gone to heaven

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

I would go to heaven, if I believed in heaven.

I can assure you that those who have already passed have not only made it to the Other Side, but are in a state of bliss.

We'll tell him his mother waits for him in heaven, I suppose." "Is that a lie?" "It's what we tell fools and children." She sighed. "Postulating a heaven gives man an out for having been unable to retain the paradise he was given here on earth.

Do I think there is a heaven? Uh, yeah I do. Like a really big gymnasium. How do I see myself there? With really bad seats.

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

I am no theologian. I would not be surprised, however, if Heaven proved to be a cozy kitchen, where delicious treats appeared in the oven and in the refrigerator whenever you wanted them, and where the cupboards were full of good books.

If there is a heaven, Jane Austen is sitting in a small room with Mother Teresa and Princess Diana, listening to Duran Duran, forever. If there's a hell, she's standing.

I firmly believe that there is a God. I firmly believe that there is a Heaven. And I firmly believe that if you go there, it's gonna be great.

All of the religions - with the exception of Tibetan Buddhism, which doesn't believe in a heaven - teach that heaven is a better place. At the end of the program, I say that heaven is a place where you are happy. All of the religions have that in common.

No man can pass into eternity, for he is already in it.

Most people think that Heaven is a choir, and all you will do is sing.

Life will continue on the other side of the veil.

Heaven looks a lot like New Jersey.

One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the props have been knocked from under it. There must be another world beside this swamp in which everything is dumped pell-mell. It's hard to imagine what it can be like, this heaven that men dream about.

If there's a heaven, I can't find the stairway

Heaven is not gone, but we are blind with tears, Groping our way along the downward slope of Years!

Even when we allow our imaginations to run wild on the joys of heaven, we find that our minds are incapable of conceiving what it will be like.

I look through the grave into heaven.

Heaven is the presence of God.