If you are going through hell, keep going.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
Give her hell from us, Peeves.
I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia.
We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell.
I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.
Maybe this world is another planet’s hell.
Hell is full of musical amateurs.
A vacuum is a hell of a lot better than some of the stuff that nature replaces it with.
What the hell difference does it make, left or right? There were good men lost on both sides.
The whole image is that eternal suffering awaits anyone who questions God's infinite love. That's the message we're brought up with, isn't it? Believe or die! Thank you, forgiving Lord, for all those options.
Let this hell be our heaven.
What makes earth feel like hell is our expectation that it should feel like heaven.
girls please give your bodies and your lives to the young men who deserve them besides there is no way I would welcome the intolerable dull senseless hell you would bring me and I wish you luck in bed and out but not in mine thank you.
The clear awareness of having been born into a losing struggle need not lead one into despair. I do not especially like the idea that one day I shall be tapped on the shoulder and informed, not that the party is over but that it is most assuredly going on—only henceforth in my absence. (It's the second of those thoughts: the edition of the newspaper that will come out on the day after I have gone, that is the more distressing.) Much more horrible, though, would be the announcement that the party was continuing forever, and that I was forbidden to leave. Whether it was a hellishly bad party or a party that was perfectly heavenly in every respect, the moment that it became eternal and compulsory would be the precise moment that it began to pall.
Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise! One thing at least is certain - This Life flies; One thing is certain and the rest is Lies - The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
Life is hell, at some point we all just have to get used to it.
I imagine hell like this: Italian punctuality, German humour and English wine.
Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.
So, have a little fun. Soon enough you'll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.