Most of my friends between 21 and 31 are at different stages of figuring out what the hell they are going to do with their lives. It's a big part of our generation. What is the next step?
I have never had a vote, and I have raised hell all over this country. You don't need a vote to raise hell! You need convictions and a voice!
I'm not a humanitarian, I'm a hell-raiser.
Pray for the dead and fight like hell for the living.
I'm not a humanitarian. I'm a hell-raiser.
There will be a meeting of the great powers who will disagree, and the next noise we hear will be the screeching of elevators going up and down from heaven to hell.
It's odd that you can get so anesthetized by your own pain or your own problem that you don't quite fully share the hell of someone close to you.
I pestered the hell out of everybody I ran into until I could play the guitar well enough to write and sing with it.
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.
There's an inherent thing in me where, if things are going too smooth, I'll sabotage the hell out of them, just to make the music more of a sanctuary.
The school-room sends men to the Legislature, to the bench, and the executive office. The bar-room sends them to the scaffold and hell.
The hell to be endured hereafter, of which theology tells, is no worse than the hell we make for ourselves in this world by habitually fashioned our characters in the wrong way.
The pain comes from knowing that we have never been safe, and therefore will never be safe again. It comes from knowing we can never be so ignorant again. It comes from knowing we can never be children again. Losing innocence. Remembering heaven. That was the essence of hell.
Almost every time I make a building, some people will condemn it straight to Hell.
One hell of an outlay for a very small return, with most of them.