Heavenly Bliss Quotes

There cannot be heaven without Christ. He is the sum total of bliss; the fountain from which heaven flows, the element of which heaven is composed. Christ is heaven and heaven is Christ.

It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.

I answer that, Even, as in the blessed in heaven there will be most perfect charity, so in the damned there will be the most perfect hate.

The pain that a martyr feels at the time of death will be reduced so greatly that he will only feel as if he was stung by a mosquito …. the finest dwellings in Paradise are those of the martyrs …. the angels spread their wings over the body of a martyr as a form of honor, dignity and respect

Heaven, as conventionally conceived, is a place so inane, so dull, so useless, so miserable that nobody has ever ventured to describe a whole day in heaven, though plenty of people have described a day at the seaside.

Lose who may-I still can say, Those who win heaven, blest are they!

If there is no war in Paradise, how can there be any delights there?

Paradise is in the shadow of swords.

There is nothing like a long, breezy walk on Dartmoor to make me feel I have arrived in heaven. The beauty of creation is all around and I feel closer to the creator Himself.

Is your place in heaven worth giving up these kisses

If the destination is heaven, why do we scramble to be first in line for hell?

A man content to go to heaven alone will never go to heaven.

Watching ducks land on a lake in Arkansas in the winter is about the closest to Heaven as you can find on this earth… and as someone who believes, according to my faith, I will go to Heaven when I die, I am pretty sure that there is duck hunting in Heaven!

For though we very truly hear that the kingdom of God will be filled with splendor, joy, happiness and glory, yet when these things are spoken of, they remain utterly remote from our perception, and as it were, wrapped in obscurities, until that day.

My Paradise: With Christ. Not sinning. No pain. New earth. Precious in that order.

We shall find peace. We shall hear angels, we shall see the sky sparkling with diamonds.

It is my heart-warmed and world-embracing Christmas hope and aspiration that all of us, the high, the low, the rich, the poor, the admired, the despised, the loved, the hated, the civilized, the savage (every man and brother of us all throughout the whole earth), may eventually be gathered together in a heaven of everlasting rest and peace and bliss, except the inventor of the telephone.

Supreme serenity still remains the Ideal of great Art. The shapes and transitory forms of life are but stages toward this Ideal, which Christ's religion illuminates with His divine light.

If I have freedom in my love, And in my soul am free, - Angels alone that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.

Think about the comfortable feeling you have as you open your front door. That's but a hint of what we'll feel some day on arriving at the place our Father has lovingly and personally prepared for us in heaven. We will finally - and permanently - be 'at home' in a way that defies description.

The reward in heaven is the perpetual bait, a bait that has caught man in an iron net, a strait-jacket which does not let him expand or grow.

For whoso dies for Christ, he is conqueror and is delivered from all misery and attains the eternal joy to which may it please our Saviour to bring us all.

Men long for an afterlife in which there apparently is nothing to do but delight in heaven's wonders.

All would be well. All would be heavenly--If the damned would only stay damned.