It took me a year to really learn the American lingo. I really feel for people who are coming here and don't speak English at all. It must be hell.
Your wife hold two tickets in her hands for you: one to the gate of heaven and the other to the dungeons of hell.
Continuous persecution of widows and orphans is a crime. Even the Bible says there is a specific place in hell for those who oppress widows.
Publicity gets more than a little tiring. You want it, you need it, you crave it, and you're scared as hell when it stops.
Look at yourself on the day that you graduated from college, then look at yourself today. I did that recently and it was like, 'Yikes! What the hell happened?
From compassion springs humility. The ego is verily a gateway to hell. The person who is egoistic is far from being religious.
In fine, a life of good or evil, the hope of Heaven or the despair of Hell, Faustus stands as a reminder that the choice between these two absolutes also falls to us.
down with hell and heaven and all the religious fuss infinity pleased our parents one inch looks good to us
AC/DC's 'Highway to Hell' is the greatest meshing of vocal, guitar, and content I've ever heard. That's what I aspire to.
I have stage fright every single concert I've ever done. I have at least four or five minutes of it. It's absolute living hell.
I don't believe in the concept of hell, but if I did I would think of it as filled with people who were cruel to animals.
Perhaps, thought Nanny, little green Elphaba chose her own sex, and her own color, and to hell with her parents.
I was raised thinking I'd burn in hell for being gay, but I didn't have a choice. It's just who I am.
My philosophy: find what it is you want to say, walk in the room, say it, and get the hell out.
As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.
You get to know them, they get to know you and see if they like you. Then they'll vote on you to become a prospect. You have to be sponsored by a Hells Angel.
Guitar solos bore the hell out of me. Only a few guitarists interest me, and it's not about the solos they play, it's about the grooves they create.
I don't know anyone who curses the way they do on the Sopranos. Not in an Italian household. I never said the word hell in front of my mother.
Getting to places like Bangkok or Singapore was a hell of a sweat. But when you got there it was the back of beyond. It was just a series of small tin sheds.
Computers are heaven-sent when they work and hell-spawn when they don't. There's just not much middle ground when it comes to technology.
My sons are a hell of a lot easier to get through to than my daughter is. She seems to have my number. She can just run through the buttons.
