Hell Quotes - Page 31

Let me go to hell, that's all i ask.

The fear and the search for security have turned the world into a horrific hell.

Hell is full of good intentions and wills.

I don't really want to hang out with politicians. I'd rather go straight to hell, and not collect $200.

People don't paint for the hell of it. It's a deeply seated thing - a preoccupation - the whole of one's life.

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

What you discover about life’s shell game is that it’s hardest to follow the pea when you’re the pea.

One of the great natural phenomena is the way in which a tube of toothpaste suddenly empties itself when it hears that you are planning a trip, so that when you come to pack it is just a twisted shell of its former self, with not even a cubic millimeter left to be squeezed out.

The life of a writer is absolute hell compared to the life of a businessman.

He likes you, too." Finn repeated. "And don't tell me to shut up." "Shut up!" -Kingdom Keepers, Shell Game

We have got to be a hell of a lot more aggressive.

I have two rules in life - to hell with it, whatever it is, and get your work done.

Heaven & Hell are both creations of desire.

You want your parents to say, "Hey, I'm proud of you." When you don't hear that, you learn to compensate. You say, "Hell, I don't need their approval. If I get my music right, I'll have everyone else's approval." I didn't understand it then, but I now know that's what happened to me.

I'm not interested in painting; I'm not interested in making a picture. Then what the hell am I interested in? I must be interested in this process.

We sow the seeds of our future hells or happiness by the way we open or close our minds right now.

To many, Heathrow in August is a paradigm of Hell.

Hell, it is well known, has no fury like a woman who wants her tea and can't get it.

If I had a soul, I’d probably wind up in hell anyway.

I'm always slightly envious of people who become extremely rich without anyone knowing who the hell they are, like financiers.

It struck me that what I'd heard about certain celebrities was true: they had It, whatever the hell It was. Star power isn't a myth; it is tangible and forceful.

I'm not apologizing to anyone. I'll apologize when hell freezes over.

Why is our fancy to be appalled by terrific perspectives of a hell beyond the grave?

I'm trying to find out what the hell we - who we are.

Life can be both hell and bliss or it can be nothing at all.