1 To bear even the sting of an insect for all eternity would be a dreadful torment.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 2 At the end of all those billions and trillions of years eternity would have scarcely begun.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 3 It is a solemn question, Stephen, because on it may depend the salvation of your eternal soul.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 4 He calls the just to His side, bidding them enter into the kingdom, the eternity of bliss prepared for them.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 5 And I am not afraid to make a mistake, even a great mistake, a lifelong mistake, and perhaps as long as eternity too.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 6 God is still the merciful Lord who wishes not the eternal death of the sinner but rather that he be converted and live.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 7 But he could no longer disbelieve in the reality of love, since God Himself had loved his individual soul with divine love from all eternity.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 8 He had sinned mortally not once but many times and he knew that, while he stood in danger of eternal damnation for the first sin alone, by every succeeding sin he multiplied his guilt and his punishment.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 9 It is impossible for any human being to do that which offends so deeply the divine majesty, that which is punished by an eternity of agony, that which crucifies again the Son of God and makes a mockery of Him.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 10 As, at the command of God, the fire of the Babylonian furnace lost its heat but not its light, so, at the command of God, the fire of hell, while retaining the intensity of its heat, burns eternally in darkness.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 11 To him she would unveil her soul's shy nakedness, to one who was but schooled in the discharging of a formal rite rather than to him, a priest of the eternal imagination, transmuting the daily bread of experience into the radiant body of everliving life.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 5 12 And through the several torments of the senses the immortal soul is tortured eternally in its very essence amid the leagues upon leagues of glowing fires kindled in the abyss by the offended majesty of the Omnipotent God and fanned into everlasting and ever-increasing fury by the breath of the anger of the God-head.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 13 Then he wondered at the vagueness of his wonder, at the remoteness of his own soul from what he had hitherto imagined her sanctuary, at the frail hold which so many years of order and obedience had of him when once a definite and irrevocable act of his threatened to end for ever, in time and in eternity, his freedom.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 14 He founded it upon the rock of ages, and endowed it with His grace, with sacraments and sacrifice, and promised that if men would obey the word of His church they would still enter into eternal life; but if, after all that had been done for them, they still persisted in their wickedness, there remained for them an eternity of torment: hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 15 He founded it upon the rock of ages, and endowed it with His grace, with sacraments and sacrifice, and promised that if men would obey the word of His church they would still enter into eternal life; but if, after all that had been done for them, they still persisted in their wickedness, there remained for them an eternity of torment: hell.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 3 16 He believed this all the more, and with trepidation, because of the divine gloom and silence wherein dwelt the unseen Paraclete, Whose symbols were a dove and a mighty wind, to sin against Whom was a sin beyond forgiveness, the eternal mysterious secret Being to Whom, as God, the priests offered up mass once a year, robed in the scarlet of the tongues of fire.
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man By James JoyceContextHighlight In Chapter 4 17 Meek and abased by this consciousness of the one eternal omnipresent perfect reality his soul took up again her burden of pieties, masses and prayers and sacraments and mortifications, and only then for the first time since he had brooded on the great mystery of love did he feel within him a warm movement like that of some newly born life or virtue of the soul itself.
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