Quotes On Heaven Novels & Stories

Mrs MacCarthy spat on Satan's face and roared at him in a confident tone. "What we did, will take us to heaven. Not to hell, you fool. We will be in heaven for the rest of eternity. The angels will protect us. We have been sacrificing foolish magical and supernatural creatures who use Lucifer's powers. Once the angels get our sacrifices and they are powerful enough, they will take us to heaven. And you all will be in hell. You will be punished along with your lord Lucifer." Mr MacCarthy added in an angry tone. Then he started laughing like a crazy man. Satan gritted his teeth as he heard them.

I was getting frustrated with the whole conversation. “Heaven doesn't take lives in exchange for wishes. Like that girl, you can have the magic of heaven. If only you are up for signing a contract with heaven and the goddess.” Celeste informed me while she was caressing my cheek. I guess she wanted me to be calm in that situation.

I had watched a lot of movies with different depictions and descriptions of what heaven looked and felt like. Some said it was a long, endless path of gold. Others said it was nothing but white with angels and your loved ones all around you. Now, I believed everyone had a different experience of heaven. My heaven was far different from white clouds and golden gates. My heaven was the coolness of my being the minute Conrad kissed me. It was the little sounds of approval he made whenever I did something right, like lightly tugging at his hair and pulling him closer.

So I can call that an heartbreak, yeah? "Yeah." I replied with a smile. Ruby was just to smart, too smart for her own good. "Well, that means, I've heard plenty of heartbreaks before." She said thoughtfully. "Yes, everyone has. And will keep going through heartbreak one way or the other. Except the person dies." I supplied, and so wished I hadn't, because the next question she asked me, made me regret. "Where do dead people go?" "Uh-" "My teacher use to say heaven, but how can a dead person go to heaven? When they would be put inside a coffeen-"

"Don't say that we are getting you out of here got it you go-" "Shut up *cough* and let me talk. You have to promise to live your life after this and you will live your life to the fullest after I pass on. Live. Love. Hate. Regret. I want you to feel it all, and when we meet again in heaven we can talk about them *cough* about all your adventures in the world " She coughed again and now I was full-on crying.

“ If it's my forgiveness that's gives you a ticket out of hell, then I forgive you grandma. I forgive you. And I hope you not only get a ticket out of hell, but a free one to Heaven.” She chuckles and beckons on me to come over to her. “ You are already my Heaven on earth, Jason. I don't care where I go after I die. As long as it's not hell.”

“Is it from Harry Potter?” A split-second look that’s half-impatient and half-disgusted passes over Ms. Perfect’s face. They’ve been going back and forth over her Double Vision Board for more than a month now. “What? Noooo. It’s a quote Sigmund Freud used in the beginning of his book The Interpretation of Dreams. It translates to: 'If I cannot deflect the will of heaven, then I shall move hell.'”

Heaven The morning after Eden's visit, I was in the kitchen, happily preparing breakfast with him. The aroma of coffee filled the air as we laughed and shared stories, enjoying a rare moment of normalcy in the chaotic underworld. Eden, flipping pancakes, grinned. "Heaven, this feels like a glimpse into a parallel universe where we're just regular people." I chuckled. "Yeah, a universe without the constant threat of rival factions and family drama." As we bantered about mundane things, the kitchen door creaked open, and in walked Chase, his eyes narrowing as he saw Eden. "What's he still doing here?" he grumbled.

The streetlights cast a warm, dim glow over us, stretching our shadows long across the cobblestone. He muttered the entire way, and he finally stopped walking and cleared his throat, his expression so solemn one would think he was making a sacred vow. "Serena, I learned a saying, ah… Come hell or high water, I would go… For you…" His azure irises were filled with sincerity, and though he was so clumsy that I almost laughed, I couldn't help but feel the warmth in my heart. Just as I was about to reply, a shadow barrelled out of the alleyway nearby, smashing into Steven with a punch to the side of his face and the scent of alcohol.

“I only have two uses for people I have under my roof; it is either you work for me, or you rot in my prison and perhaps donate your organs unwillingly.” “I will take the offer, after all I am alive thanks to your benevolence”, she said sarcastically. “Okay, then you get to take a proper shower after killing……”