Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some don't come until heaven; but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ, they come.
The view of the misery of the damned will double the ardour of the love and gratitude of the saints of heaven.
The attempt to make heaven on earth invariably produces hell.
You can count the dead, but you can't count the cost. We've got no math for Heaven.
Hell is our creation, and we create hell by trying to do the impossible. Heaven is our nature, it is our spontaneity. It is where we always are.
No. You can't work your way into heaven. Anytime you try and justify yourself with works, you disqualify yourself with works. What I do here, every day, for the rest of my life, is only my way of saying, 'Lord, regardless of what eternity holds for me, let me give something back to you. I know it doesn't even no scorecard. But let me make something of my life before I go. . and then, Lord, I'm at your mercy.
As for an eternity in heaven - that would be hell!
To different minds, the same world is a hell, and a heaven depending on whether they compare it to something better and so feel disappointed and bitter or something worse and so feel relieved and grateful.
I think of Terrence Malick's movie Days of Heaven - one of Richard Gere's first movies - you can push pause on almost any image in the movie and it looks like a painting.
No matter what the circumstances, we Christians should keep our heads. God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of power, of love and of a sound mind. It is a dismal thing to see a son of heaven cringe in terror before the sons of earth.
I spend most of my time alone, because I so value and thrive in the quiet. Heaven.
Our heaven is their hell, said God. I like a balanced universe.
I did things like Shampoo and Heaven Can Wait. I don't know what those films were about. The women I played in them were not very empowered.
No one I know actually reads what I write, so thank heavens for you strangers.
And so, being in Heaven, it was easy for him to lose sight of earth.
But you now, you wear your soul on your sleeve, exhausting your energy, propping yourself up on a tree, mumbling, or bent over your desk, asleep. Heaven gives you a form and you wear it out by pointless argument.
The direction for my music is heaven, of course. We gear all things to the realm of heaven - which is the mind, the organized mind.
Lower your expectations of earth. This isn't heaven, so don't expect it to be.
Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.
Not only around our infancy Doth heaven with all its splendors lie; Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not.