I can deal with fighting in the arena in Hell, but laundry and dishes put the fear of God in me.
The press must speak out and, if the occasion arises, raise bloody hell.
Why can't everybody leave everybody else the hell alone.
The longer we stay in Hell, the more we become attached to it.
[Enemies of Syria] are the enemies of the people and the enemies of God. And the enemies of God will go to hell.
It seems to me in a general sense we as a society are enamored with the mystical, mysterious, the unseen & unknown. We are looking for the hidden teaching, the secret scroll or fountain of youth, and of course heaven and hell.
Black as the devil, hot as hell, pure as an angel, sweet as love.
Nothing else in nature behaves so consistently and rigidly as a human being in pursuit of hell.
We are given an autonomy and the real autonomy. . . and God would much rather we went freely to hell than compel us to go to heaven.
You cannot pray them out of hell.
there is no such thing as hell but you can make it if you try
Hell is given up so reluctantly by those who don't expect to go there
I felt wise and cynical as all hell.
I'm working harder than I have ever worked in my entire life, but what the hell, my life is my job now, and my job is my life and that's the way it should be.
Most customer service people are great. It's that one customer service person from hell that drives me crazy!
A foolish physician he is, and a most unfaithful friend, that will let a sick man die for fear of troubling him; and cruel wretches are we to our friends, that will rather suffer them to go quietly to hell, then we will anger them, or hazard our reputation with them.
The reason I could fit in with so many different kinds of people was that I had no self. And then the problem is, if you don't have a self, how can you be with other people? Who the hell are you with them?
I never want to get to the point where it's all about my needs, and the hell with anybody else.
You get in there, you get the job done and you get the hell out.
The preaching of Christ is the whip that flogs the devil. The preaching of Christ is the thunderbolt, the sound of which makes all hell shake.