Heaven Quotes
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The memory of the just survives in Heaven.
William Wordsworth
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I know no surer way of shaking off the dreary crust formed about the soul by the trying to do one’s duty or the patient enduring of having somebody else’s duty done to one, than going out alone, either at the bright beginning of the day, when the earth is still unsoiled by the feet of the strenuous and only God is abroad; or in the evening, when the hush has come, out to the blessed stars, and looking up at them wonder at the meanness of the day just past, at the worthlessness of the things one has struggled for, at the folly of having been so angry, and so restless, and so much afraid. Nothing focusses life more exactly than a little while alone at night with the stars. What are perfunctory bedroom prayers hurried through in an atmosphere of blankets, to this deep abasement of the spirit before the majesty of heaven? And as a consecration of what should be yet one more happy day, of what value are those hasty morning devotions.
Elizabeth von Arnim
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Heaven, for me, is one focused project - it's like a weird form of autism.
Jon Krakauer
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Who turns away from gazing at the sun Sees its dusk images fill all the air. It is not otherwise when Hope is done: Her darkling phantoms make the heaven of Despair.
Edith M. Thomas
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Is heaven a hope or as real as the earth and sky?
Todd Burpo
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I sped through heaven and saw god at work. I suffered holy pains. I dropped all my defenses and was afraid of nothing in the world. I accepted all things and to all things I gave up my heart.
Hermann Hesse
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The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling,
Doth glance from heaven to earth,
From earth to heaven.
William Shakespeare
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May I love you away from the evils of today to the dreams of tomorrow, you know heaven has no sorrow.
Jimi Hendrix
The Jimi Hendrix Experience
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Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
William Wordsworth
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Twas in heaven pronounced - it was muttered in hell, / And echo caught faintly the sound as it fell; / On the confines of earth 'twas permitted to rest, / And the depth of the ocean its presence confessed. / Yet in shade let it rest, like a delicate flower, / Ah, breathe on it softly, it dies in an hour.
Catherine Maria Fanshawe