You live in this shadow that you're going to burn in Hell until you're saved. And I still worry about it a little. I don't believe in Heaven, but I do still fear Hell.
I tell you the groans of the damned in hell are the deep bass of the universal anthem of praise that shall ascend to the throne of my God for ever and ever.
I saw hell. The hospital had divided and conquered pretty successfully.
I've tried like hell to make bad movies good, and I can't. Maybe Marlon Brando has been able to do that at times. But even he has a hard time making 'The Appaloosa' a good movie.
If my mom reads that I'm grammatically incorrect I'll have hell to pay.
If I believed in Hell, I'd definitely be going there.
What in the hell would they do with the farm program without us?
I'm confident as hell when I step in front of the mic.
The compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell.
A diplomat is a person who can tell you to go to hell in such a way that you actually look forward to the trip.
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.
God will roast their stomachs in hell at the hands of Iraqis.
We seek him here, we seek him there, Those Frenchies seek him everywhere. Is he in heaven? - Is he in hell? That damned, elusive Pimpernel?
Hell is nothing else but nature departed or excluded from the beam of divine light.
Where does discipline end? Where does cruelty begin? Somewhere between these, thousands of children inhabit a voiceless hell.
It's hot as hell as can be.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
It's hell with that big beard and stuff. That's the one bit I don't like. Either you take out at lunch or you don't eat. So I opted not to eat, 'cause having to put it on twice is horrific.
I believe in a religion that believes in freedom. Any time I have to accept a religion that won't let me fight a battle for my people, I say to hell with that religion.
Idleness of the mind is much worse than that of the body: wit, without employment, is a disease - the rust of the soul, a plague, a hell itself.
What a man has made himself he will be; his state is the result of his past life, and his heaven or hell is in himself.
I know I have this level of celebrity, of fame, international, national, whatever you want to call it, but it's a pretty surreal thing to think sometimes that you're in the middle of another famous person's life and you think to yourself, 'How the hell did I get famous? What is this some weird club that we're in?'
Love without sex is still the most efficient form of hell known to man.
I have been to hell and back. I had a very, very bad nervous breakdown.
The first time I met Patti Smith was in a laundromat. We knew some of the same people, including Richard Hell.
In the old days they, the promoters, wanted more and more from me. They wanted me to jump or spill my blood and break my bones. Every time they wanted me to jump further, and further, and further. Hell, they thought my bike had wings.
Boy, I'd hate to shoot on tape or disc or whatever the hell they're talking about. I love film.
I cannot help thinking that the menace of Hell makes as many devils as the severe penal codes of inhuman humanity make villains.
Hell, covering all with its gloomy vapors, has cast shadows on even the holiest eyes.
To actually put the time and energy into an album that would be better than Pull would be a hell of a lot of work, because I took that band really seriously, way more seriously than people took us. If you go back and listen to the records, you can hear it.
The kiss always gets a hell of a reaction.
I just had one of those 'what the hell are we doing' moments.
Something like Pinterest would scare the hell out of me. With $5 billion valuation - regardless how sound those numbers are - wouldn't be one that I would start, given what I would consider the risk of failure.
It has been more wittily than charitably said that hell is paved with good intentions; they have their place in heaven also.
It's always the generals with the bloodiest records who are the first to shout what a hell it is. And it's always the war widows who lead the Memorial Day parades.
Why can't everybody leave everybody else the hell alone.
