Lines that give you chills

[Anonymous No.14033439]

>“The gates of hell are open night and day; Smooth the descent, and easy is the way: But to return, and view the cheerful skies, In this the task and mighty labor lies.”

[Anonymous No.14033454]

>Another infidel will ask: How can God justly punish with eternal torments a sin that lasts but a moment? I answer, that the grievousness of a crime is measured not by its duration, but by the enormity of its malice. The malice of mortal sin is, as St. Thomas says, infinite. (1, 2, q. 87, art. 4.) Hence, the damned deserve infinite punishment; and, because a creature is not capable of suffering pains infinite in point of intensity, God, as the holy doctor says, renders the punishment of the damned infinite in extension by making it eternal.

>Moreover, it is just, that as long as the sinner remains in his sin, the punishment which he deserves should continue. And, therefore, as the virtue of the saints is rewarded in Heaven, because it lasts for ever, so also the guilt of the damned in Hell, because it is everlasting, shall be chastised with everlasting torments. ”Quia non recipit causæ remedium,” says Eusebius Emissenus, “carebit fine supplicium.” The cause of their perverse will continues: therefore, their chastisement will never have an end. The damned are so obstinate in their sins, that even if God offered pardon, their hatred for him would make them refuse it.

[Anonymous No.14033458]

>>14033439
Virgil, more like VIRGIN am I right xd

[Anonymous No.14033468]

>>14033454
anon, I...

[Anonymous No.14033551]

>>14033458
No.

[Anonymous No.14033561]

>>14033439
>The bloom, whose petals nipped before they blew
Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste;

[Anonymous No.14033572]

>>14033454
WOKE

[Anonymous No.14033682]

>>14033454
yikes

[Anonymous No.14033693]

>And that must end us, that must be our cure:
>To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose,
>Though full of pain, this intellectual being,
>Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
>To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost
>In the wide womb of uncreated night
>Devoid of sense and motion?

[Anonymous No.14033704]

>>14033439
The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not seen it all from birth and thereby bled it of its strangeness it would appear to you for what it is, a hat trick in a medicine show, a fevered dream, a trance bepopulate with chimeras having neither analogue nor precedent, an itinerant carnival, a migratory tentshow whose ultimate destination after many a pitch in many a mudded field is unspeakable and calamitous beyond reckoning.

[Anonymous No.14033823]

>Underworld
She looked at me and walked out of the room. I heard the shower running across the hall and I realized I'd done it all wrong. I should have brought up the subject standing in the doorway while she was watching TV. Then I could have been the one who walks out of the room.

kind of need the full passage for the impact there. but it sticks with me, even a year later. here's another:

>Libra
Some people don't believe in God but they color eggs at Easter just to change the pattern of their days.

also opening lines of the Divine Comedy, always, even today
>Midway upon the journey of our life
>I found myself within a forest dark
>For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

[a_poor_sinner !!eiHxl4pZe1i No.14033827]

>>14033439
"You alone can make my song take flight..."

https://youtu.be/TguKLHQxmmY?t=256
link contains spoilers obviously.

Also when my man Erik the demon of the opera house begins singing Raoul's part "All I Ask of You" to Christine.

[Anonymous No.14033833]

>>14033439
If you get chills from that you are a brainlet for believing in 'hell'

[Anonymous No.14033846]

“If I glorify myself, my glory is nothing; it is my Father who glorifies me, of whom you say that he is your God. But you have not known him; I know him. If I said, I do not know him, I should be a liar like you; but I do know him and I keep his word. 5Your father Abraham rejoiced that he was to see my day; he saw it and was glad.” The Jews then said to him, “You are not yet fifty years old, and have you seen Abraham?” Jesus said to them, “Truly, truly, I say to you, before Abraham was, I am.”

[Anonymous No.14034071]

>>14033454
bros, how can i start living right again

[Anonymous No.14034082]

>>14033454
Utterly ridiculous and crude view. Reincarnation and something like different bardos or realms make tremendously more sense as parts of a just universe.

[Anonymous No.14034088]

>>14033439
Where exactly is this from, OP?

[Anonymous No.14034094]

>>14034082
Are you sure you just dont like it because it's frightening

[Anonymous No.14034095]

>>14033833
this attitude typifies a more advanced brainletism than believing in physical hell.
Even if you don't believe in physical hell you can still understand the passage in a metaphorical sense, and the sentiment holds true.

[Anonymous No.14034097]

When the time comes to you at which you will be forced at last to utter the speech which has lain at the center of your soul for years, which you have, all that time, idiot-like, been saying over and over, you'll not talk about the joy of words. I saw well why the gods do not speak to us openly, nor let us answer. Till that word can be dug out of us, why should they hear the babble that we think we mean? How can they meet us face to face till we have faces?

[Anonymous No.14034101]

>>14034094
Nope, it’s just a ridiculous and crude view. It’d literally, factually, and obviously suggest a ridiculously insane and cruel God torturing people INFINITELY for FINITE sins.

[Anonymous No.14034107]

>>14034101
literally the first argument put forward in the passage is that the weight of mortal sins is infinite

[Anonymous No.14034129]

>>14034088
The Aeneid (Book VI, lines 124-141). Dryden translation.

[Anonymous No.14034130]

>>14034107
Aquinas had a superhuman intellect but he used it, for the most part, to prove why everything in the Catholic Church dogma is correct. He mainly started with the conclusions, then came up with arguments for them.

>I answer, that the grievousness of a crime is measured not by its duration, but by the enormity of its malice. The malice of mortal sin is, as St. Thomas says, infinite.

Prove that the malice of mortal sin is infinite. I just said that the malice of mortal sin is finite. Boom. Same amount of reasoning as that given in this passage.

[Anonymous No.14034135]

>>14034097
Yes.

[Anonymous No.14034138]

>>14034130
Because the love of god has infinite value, the weight of rejecting that love is obviously infinite.

[Anonymous No.14034145]

>>14033454
the devil himself couldn't have had a worse take. fuck dogma.

[Anonymous No.14034179]

>>14034138
>hey man here’s a bunch of gold
>what? Nah it’s fine I don’t want it
>OK man guess you’re going to get raped up the asshole now as punishment because of how expensive this gold is

[Anonymous No.14034245]

>>14034179
that's clearly a faulty analogy.

[Anonymous No.14034250]

>>14034095
I don't get chills from it, simple writing with a wrong metaphysic.

[Anonymous No.14034265]

>>14033439
>Between you and me is not only a rocket trajectory, but also a life. You will come to understand that between the two points, in the five minutes, it lives an entire life. You haven't even learned the data on our side of the flight profile, the visible or trackable. Beyond them there's so much more, so much none of us know...

[a_poor_sinner !!eiHxl4pZe1i No.14034275]

>>14034138
This.

>>14034130
>He mainly started with the conclusions
To believers, that's what biblical canon is anon: a conclusion, a closed matter. Aquinas' opus was, like Anselm, "faith seeking understanding." He started with conclusions because he already had faith they were the truth. But because of the way the sacred is revealed, in parable and analogy and metaphor, questions or objections based in misunderstanding are inevitable. Aquinas sought to clarify or systematize why we ought to believe and practice what we already know. People's faith isn't perfect, but Aquinas' work can be thought of as an advocate for faith -- to make that faith stronger through rational argument. But one must already believe in the conclusions, or at least be open to accepting them as a philosophical premise.

[Anonymous No.14034997]

>>14033454
What's this from?
Very enlightened

[Anonymous No.14035006]

>>14034071
there's no going back now, repent and pray

[Anonymous No.14035012]

>>14033454
BASED AF

[Anonymous No.14035026]

>>14034997
http://www.traditionalcatholicpriest.com/2017/10/28/eternity-hell-st-alphonsus/

[Anonymous No.14035159]

>>14033454
jesus I'm so glad I'm not a christian

[Anonymous No.14036382]

>>14033439
Fuck off christturd

[Anonymous No.14036398]

>>14036382
>>14034088
>>14033833
>not recognizing Virgil
State of /lit/

[Anonymous No.14036437]

>>14034245
The premise of infinite love existing doesn’t jibe with the conclusion of this infinite love infinitely torturing people, anyway, so there’s a fallacy somewhere along the way.

[Anonymous No.14036439]

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. Its least stir even, as now in a rain pond on a flat roof opposite my office, is enough to bring me searching to the window. A wind ripple may be translating itself into life. I have a constant feeling that some time I may witness that momentous miracle on a city roof, see life veritably and suddenly boiling out of a heap of rusted pipes and old television aerials. I marvel at how suddenly a water beetle has come and is submarining there in a spatter of green algae. Thin vapors, rust, wet tar and sun are an alembic remarkably like the mind; they throw off odorous shadows that threaten to take real shape when no one is looking.

Once in a lifetime, perhaps, one escapes the actual confines of the flesh. Once in a lifetime, if one is lucky, one so merges with sunlight and air and running water that whole eons, the eons that mountains and deserts know, might pass in a single afternoon without discomfort. The mind has sunk away into its beginnings among old roots and the obscure tricklings and movings that stir inanimate things. Like the charmed fairy circle into which a man once stepped, and upon emergence learned that a whole century had passed in a single night, one can never quite define this secret; but it has something to do, I am sure, with common water. Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders thinly in the heights of air. It can assume forms of exquisite perfection in a snowflake, or strip the living to a single shining bone cast up by the sea.

[Anonymous No.14036492]

>However, we must summon back this onlooker who has already turned around to go away. "Don't leave them. First listen to what Greek folk wisdom expresses about this very life which spreads out before you here with such inexplicable serenity. There is an old saying to the effect that King Midas for a long time hunted the wise Silenus, the companion of Dionysus, in the forests, without catching him. When Silenus finally fell into the king's hands, the king asked what was the best thing of all for men, the very finest. The daemon remained silent, motionless and inflexible, until, compelled by the king, he finally broke out into shrill laughter and said, 'Suffering creature, born for a day, child of accident and toil, why are you forcing me to say what is the most unpleasant thing for you to hear? The very best thing for you is totally unreachable: not to have been born, not to exist, to be nothing. The second best thing for you, however, is this: to die soon.'"

[Anonymous No.14036666]

>>14033454
>because a creature is not capable of suffering pains infinite in point of intensity
[citation needed]