I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.
“There's people in hell who want ice water.”
There is a special place in hell for women who don't help other women.
I never see thy face but I think upon hell-fire.
Hell is empty and all the devils are here.
The compact which exists between the North and the South is a covenant with death and an agreement with hell.
Hell! I’m glad I did it. It’s going to be a change. I call this life!
So they still are quick and well who should be, by rights, in hell.
What fresh hell is this?
Parting is all we know of heaven, and all we need of hell.
I wish neither to possess nor to be possessed. I no longer covet 'paradise'. More important, I no longer fear 'hell'.
It's a wicked life, but what the hell, the stars ain't falling down.
To hell with circumstances; I create opportunities.
When I die, I hope to go to Heaven, whatever the Hell that is.
Death is to life as heaven is to hell they're both dependent on each other.