William Blake Heaven Quotations

When the stars threw down their spears, / And watered heaven with their tears, / Did he smile his work to see? / Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

Gratitude, in itself, is heaven.

The Fool shall not enter into Heaven let him be ever so Holy.

The Vision of Christ that thou dost see, Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine is the Friend of all Mankind, Mine speaks in Parables to the blind. Thine loves the same world that mine hates, Thy heaven-doors are my hell gates.

Those who enter the gates of heaven are not beings who have no passions or who have curbed the passions, but those who have cultivated an understanding of them.

Grown old in love from seven till seven times seven,I oft have wished for Hell for ease from Heaven.

Gratitude is heaven itself; there could be no heaven without gratitude.

The pure soul shall mount on native wings, . . . and cut a path into the heaven of glory.

I am under the direction of messengers from Heaven daily and nightly.

The grave is Heaven's golden gate, And rich and poor around it wait; O Shepherdess of England's fold, Behold this gate of pearl and gold!

Men are admitted into heaven not because they have curbed or governed their passions, but because they have cultivate their understandings.

God and His Priest and King,...make up a heaven of our misery.

I am more famed in Heaven for my works than I could well conceive. In my brain are studies & chambers filled with books & pictures of old, which I wrote and painted in ages of Eternity before my mortal life; and whose works are the delight & study of Archangels. Why, then, should I be anxious about the riches or fame of mortality?

As the caterpillar chooses the fairest leaves to lay her eggs on, so the priest lays his curse on the fairest joys.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.

When the stars threw down their spears, and watered heaven with their tears, did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

In your own bosom you bear your heaven and earth, And all you behold, though it appears without, It is within, in your imagination, Of which this world of mortality is but a shadow.

Heaven is in a grain of sand.

Gratitude is heaven itself.