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In Roman Catholicism, Purgatory is a temporary intermediate state after physical death for purifying or purging a soul, waiting for the entering in Paradise and the final resurrection of the flesh.

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  • Once a refugee, forever a refugee. Roads back to the lost (or rather no longer existing) home paradise have been all but cut, and all exits from the purgatory of the camp lead to hell... The prospectless succession of empty days inside the perimeter of the camp may be tough to endure, but God forbid that the appointed or voluntary plenipotentiaries of humanity, whose job it is to keep the refugees inside the camp but away from perdition, pull the plug. And yet they do, time and again, whenever the powers-that-be decide that the exiles are no longer refugees, since ostensibly 'it is safe to return' to that homeland that has long ceased to be their homeland and has nothing that could be offered or that is desired.
  • Look at those detractors. Look at those dogs. They ridicule us for baptizing infants, praying for the dead, and asking the prayers of the saints. They lose no time in cutting Christ off from all kinds of people to both sexes, young and old, living and dead. They put infants outside the sphere of grace because they are too young to receive it, and those who are full grown because they find difficulty in preserving chastity. They deprive the dead of the help of the living, and rob the living of the prayers of the saints because they have died. God forbid! The Lord will not forsake his people who are as the sands of the sea, nor will he who redeemed all be content with a few, and those heretics....
    • Saint Bernard of Clairvaux, Sermon LXVI: "On the Heretical Doctrines Concerning Marriage, Holy Orders, and Purgatory" [1]
  • Happy the man who hath never known what it is to taste of fame—to have it is a purgatory, to want it is a hell!

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  • When God sees the Soul pure as it was in its origins, He tugs at it with a glance, draws it, and binds it to Himself with a fiery love that by itself could annihilate the immortal soul. In so acting, God so transforms the soul in Him that it knows nothing other than God; and He continues to draw it up into His fiery love until He restores it to that pure state from which it first issued. These rays purify and then annihilate. The soul becomes like gold that becomes purer as it is fired, all dross being cast out. Having come to the point of twenty-four carats, gold cannot be purified any further; and this is what happens to the soul in the fire of God’s love.
    • Saint Catherine of Genoa, Catherine of Genoa: Purgation and Purgatory, The Spiritual Dialogue (Classics of Western Spirituality), p. 79-80
  • Although fine studies have explored how medieval devotional traditions such as pilgrimage, Purgatory, and the Eucharist continued to ripple through the consciousness of early modern writers and to influence their works, the same attention has not been paid to the literally thousands of saintly men and women who constituted the late medieval canon (the virgin Mary is the signal exception here, one to which I return below. Ironically, the one major study of the impact of hagiography on early modern Protestant literature, Julia Lupton's Afterlives of the Saints, is premised on the idea that the saints themselves had largely disappeared, leaving behind only an empty genre, the legend, which the early modern period would then refill with new, secular contents. Lupton makes a compelling case for the sixteenth- and seventeenth-century preoccupation with hagiography, but her thesis implies that early modern men and women had more or less forgotten about the individual saints themselves.
  • “That’s part of the prophecy of the Rapture, right? The dead will rise and crash our parties?”
    He laughs. “Do you really think that’s a priority, for the reanimated corpses?”
    “Absolutely,” I say. “No French onion dip in purgatory.”

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  • The biblical evidence for the existence of purgatory is, shall we say, ‘creative’, again employing the common theological trick of vague, hand-waving analogy.
  • The section of the purgatory entry called ‘Proofs’ is interesting because it purports to use a form of logic. Here’s how the argument goes. If the dead went straight to heaven, there’d be no point in our praying for their souls. And we do pray for their souls, don’t we? Therefore it must follow that they don’t go straight to heaven. Therefore there must be purgatory. QED. Are professors of theology really paid to do this kind of thing?
  • (About Wu Daozi) He excelled in every subject: men, gods, devils, Buddhas, birds, beasts, buildings, landscapes—all seemed to come naturally to his exuberant art. He painted with equal skill on silk, paper, and freshly-plastered walls; he made three hundred frescoes for Buddhist edifices, and one of these, containing more than a thousand figures, became as famous in China as “The Last Judgment” or “The Last Supper” in Europe. Ninety-three of his paintings were in the Imperial Gallery in the twelfth century, four hundred years after his death; but none remains anywhere today. His Buddhas, we are told, “fathomed the mysteries of life and death”; his picture of purgatory frightened some of the butchers and fishmongers of China into abandoning their scandalously un-Buddhistic trades; his representation of Ming Huang’s dream convinced the Emperor that Wu had had an identical vision.
  • As in Mediterranean Christianity, these saints became so popular that they almost crowded out the head of the pantheon in worship and art. The veneration of relics, the use of holy water, candles, incense, the rosary, clerical vestments, a liturgical dead language, monks and nuns, monastic tonsure and celibacy, confession, fast days, the canonization of saints, purgatory and masses for the dead flourished in Buddhism as in medieval Christianity, and seem to have appeared in Buddhism first.


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  • 'Tis a petty kind of fame
    At best, that comes of making violins;
    And saves no masses, either. Thou wilt go
    To purgatory none the less.

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  • England is the paradise of women, the purgatory of men, and the hell of horses.
  • “He knows nothing about how this will all end, except that it will surely end. He tries to imagine himself into a future, somewhere past this point, but he cannot. There is nothing to do but to keep on existing, in this exact time and place. This is what hell must be like. Waiting without knowing. Not hell, but purgatory. Worse than hell.

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  • Their beloved priest must now wander for all eternity chained to this earthly purgatory—a warning to all that God forgives only that which is confessed to Him through true repentance and atonement. I walked down the church steps, keeping my secret stitched to my tongue. After the ceremony I would have no one to answer for my yearnings but myself, even if after my death I would have to lag behind that priest until the end of days, a pair of branded souls dragging the heavy burdens of their sins, like cows roaming the foggiest dawns, the first guiding the second with its dangling rosary of a tail.
  • I've come to the end of von Hügel's voluminous work on Catherine of Genoa. For such outlay in erudition, it's basically an unrewarding book (for me!), but full of interesting side-lights...Curious, for instance, that Catherine, always universally cited as the recognised authority, the most important and competent witness to the nature of Purgatory, should actually never have had a vision of it - neither as shewing nor as visiting in spirit, as other mystics did..Her statements are pure conclusions, analogies, based on her own spiritual experiences of suffering and bliss: "So that's what it must be like in Purgatory!"
  • Allusions to "hidden counsels" and "mysterious reasons" are almost always the mark of doctrinal incoherence.
  • But though the Shawnees consider the sun the type, if not the essence, of the Great Spirit, many also believe in an evil genius, who makes all sorts of bad things, to counterbalance those made by the Good Spirit. For instance, when the latter made a sheep, a rose, wholesome herbs, etc., the bad spirit matched them with a wolf, a thorn, poisonous plants, and the like. They also appear to think there is a kind of purgatory in which the spirits of the wicked may be cleansed before entering into their elysium.
    • Josiah Gregg, Commerce of the Prairies (1844), Ch. 28: Aborigines Of America, p. 287.

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  • A sentinel angel sitting high in glory
    Heard this shrill wail ring out from Purgatory:
    "Have mercy, mighty angel, hear my story!"

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  • This only will I speak, and that in a word: they which brought in transubstantiations, masses, calling upon saints, sole life, purgatory, images, vows, trifles, follies, babbles, into the church of God, have delivered new things, and which the scriptures never heard of. Whatsoever they cry or crack, they bring not a jot out of the word of God... These they honour instead of the scriptures, and force them to the people instead of the word of God: upon these men suppose their salvation and the sum of religion to be grounded.
    • John Jewel, A Learned and Godly Sermon, made in the Latin Tongue, in St Mary's, in Oxenford, Upon the Sunday after the Ascension, in the Reign of King Edward the Sixth (1550 or 1551), quoted in The Works of John Jewel, Bishop of Salisbury. The Second Portion (1847), p. 960

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  • In the early twentieth century, attention was drawn to Catherine’s remarkable mystical, mental, and at times almost pathological, experiences through the classic study by Baron Friedrich von Hügel, The Mystical Element in Religion as Studied in Saint Catherine of Genoa and Her Friends (1908). The last ten years of Catherine’s life were marked by violent interior emotions, mentioned in her works. It has been said that in many ways Catherine of Genoa is a “theologian of purgatory,” a purgatory that she herself experienced in a marriage she did not desire, in her care for plague victims, and also in her nervous illness. She also experienced purgatory spiritually as the soul’s realization of its own imperfections, in her search for salvation and purification. Influenced by Plato and Dionysius, the focus of her mysticism was, in spite of her eucharistic devotion, not so much Christ, but above all the infinite God. Her mysticism is primarily theocentric, not Christocentric. She speaks of the absorption into the totality of God as if immersed into an ocean: “I am so…submerged in His immense love, that I seem as though immersed in the sea, and nowhere able to touch, see or feel aught but water.” At the height of her mystical experiences, she could exclaim: “My being is God, not by simple participation but by a true transformation of my being.”
    • Ursula King, Christian Mystics: Their Lives and Legacies Throughout the Ages (1998), p. 42
  • There is no purgatory for war criminals. They go straight to hell, Ambassador .
    • Sergiy Kyslytsya (2022), speaking to Russian Ambassador to the United Nations, Vasily Nebenzya, on 24 February 2022 [3].

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  • He never sees More—a star in another firmament, who acknowledges him with a grim nod—without wanting to ask him, what’s wrong with you? Or what’s wrong with me? Why does everything you know, and everything you’ve learned, confirm you in what you believed before? Whereas in my case, what I grew up with, and what I thought I believed, is chipped away a little and a little, a fragment then a piece and then a piece more. With every month that passes, the corners are knocked off the certainties of this world: and the next world too. Show me where it says, in the Bible, “Purgatory.” Show me where it says “relics, monks, nuns.” Show me where it says “Pope.”
  • The love of liberty and the sense of human dignity are the basic elements of the Anarchist creed. We need no messiah and no sterile conception of a god menacing us with hell and purgatory. Love, as the basis of life will bind us together. But we must create in each person a sense of responsibility in order that each one of us can have the right to enjoy all his rights. This is an unique movement for us all, because circumstances to-day in Spain have never before existed during any other revolution. Neither the French nor the Russian revolution. To-day, a sense of sacrifice impels us to renounce our aspirations and individual interests for the well-being of all. It is this sense of responsibility which shows us the path of duty and assists us in performing it. In this way, we will avoid the fatal mistake of dictatorship. In Spain, we should have enough intelligence, enough sense of individual and collective responsibility to do for ourselves that which would be imposed upon us by a dictatorship. Very soon we will give to the world the example of a free land, that stood up without arms opposed, as a single man, to fascism, to the mentality of capitalism. It will be an example, worthy of being followed by the rest of the world. We are proud of our responsibility. The greatest joy of our lives is a determination to sacrifice all-to give all-that this dream will be realised-the union of the proletariat to obtain our fundamental aims: BREAD AND FREEDOM FOR ALL!
  • At that moment I railed against a God who could condemn such an innocent soul to Purgatory. What had Sedenko done that was not the result of his upbringing or his religion, which encouraged him to kill in the name of Christ? It came to me that perhaps God had become senile, that He had lost His memory and no longer remembered the purpose of placing Man on Earth. He had become petulant, He had become whimsical. He retained His power over us, but could no longer be appealed to. And where was His Son, who had been sent to redeem us? Was God’s Plan not so much mysterious as impossible for us to accept: because it was a malevolent one?

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  • Whatever fortune or misfortune awaits in the subsequent reincarnations, a purgatory by definition does not last forever. We will be forced to either go backward to the Amish way of life devoid of technology or move forward to a transhumanist world embracing technology.

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  • (About Catherine of Genoa) Dear friends, in their experience of union with God, Saints attain such a profound knowledge of the divine mysteries in which love and knowledge interpenetrate, that they are of help to theologians themselves in their commitment to study, to intelligentia fidei, to an intelligentia of the mysteries of faith, to attain a really deeper knowledge of the mysteries of faith, for example, of what purgatory is. With her life St Catherine teaches us that the more we love God and enter into intimacy with him in prayer the more he makes himself known to us, setting our hearts on fire with his love. In writing about purgatory, the Saint reminds us of a fundamental truth of faith that becomes for us an invitation to pray for the deceased so that they may attain the beatific vision of God in the Communion of Saints (cf. Catechism of the Catholic Church, n. 1032). Moreover, the humble, faithful, and generous service in Pammatone Hospital that the Saint rendered throughout her life is a shining example of charity for all and encouragement, especially for women who, with their precious work enriched by their sensitivity and attention to the poorest and neediest, make a fundamental contribution to society and to the Church.
  • In virtue of our pastoral office committed to us by the divine favor we can under no circumstances tolerate or overlook any longer the pernicious poison of the above errors without disgrace to the Christian religion and injury to orthodox faith. Some of these errors we have decided to include in the present document; their substance is as follows:
It is a heretical opinion, but a common one, that the sacraments of the New Law give pardoning grace to those who do not set up an obstacle.
To deny that in a child after baptism sin remains is to treat with contempt both Paul and Christ.
The inflammable sources of sin, even if there be no actual sin, delay a soul departing from the body from entrance into heaven.
To one on the point of death imperfect charity necessarily brings with it great fear, which in itself alone is enough to produce the punishment of purgatory, and impedes entrance into the kingdom.
That there are three parts to penance: contrition, confession, and satisfaction, has no foundation in Sacred Scripture nor in the ancient sacred Christian doctors.

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  • Deprived for some time of the outward and, so to speak, "commercial" aspects, it is a time of special grace. Indeed, sins need God's forgiveness above all, but then also a purification, to be carried out here below, or, after death, in purgatory. Sacramental absolution in confession removes guilt and restores friendship with God, but there remains the duty of purification of the negative imprint left by the evil done and of reparation. This is the indulgence, through which we draw from the treasure of the Church, that is, from the merits acquired from Christ, Our Lady and the Saints. The indulgence can only be obtained once a day and can also be applied to our deceased loved ones by helping them in their purification process.
  • There's no such thing as security in this life, sweetheart; and the sooner you accept that fact, the better off you'll be. The person who strives for security will never be free. The person who believes that she's found security will never reach paradise. What she mistakes for security is purgatory. You know what purgatory is, Gwendolyn? It's the waiting room, it's the lobby. Not only does she have the wrong libretto, she's stuck in the lobby where she can't see the show.
  • The Platonic Socrates was a pattern to subsequent philosophers for many ages... His merits are obvious. He is indifferent to worldly success, so devoid of fear that he remains calm and urbane and humorous to the last moment, caring more for what he believes to be the truth than for anything else whatever. He has, however, some very grave defects. He is dishonest and sophistical in argument, and in his private thinking he uses intellect to prove conclusions that are to him agreeable, rather than in a disinterested search for knowledge. There is something smug and unctuous about him, which reminds one of a bad type of cleric. His courage in the face of death would have been more remarkable if he had not believed that he was going to enjoy eternal bliss in the company of the gods. Unlike some of his predecessors, he was not scientific in his thinking, but was determined to prove the universe agreeable to his ethical standards. This is treachery to truth, and the worst of philosophic sins. As a man, we may believe him admitted to the communion of saints; but as a philosopher he needs a long residence in a scientific purgatory.

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  • I was sitting with a friend one time, and I blanked out for about a minute. I had no control over my muscles, and it scared the shit out of me because I experienced what I guess could have been hell or, you know, purgatory or whatever. It was freezing cold, and I was spinning like I was drunk and trying desperately to take a breath. There was chest pain like I was gonna explode. If you gotta feel pain here, you gotta feel it somewhere else. I believe that there’s a wonderful place to go to after this life, and I don’t believe there’s eternal damnation for anyone. I’m not into religion, but I have a good grasp on my spirituality. I just believe that I’m not the greatest power on this earth. I didn’t create myself, because I would have done a hell of a better job.

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  • There are three gates to Gehinam (purgatory) — one of them is in Jerusalem.
    • Talmud, Eruvin 19a
  • Animam purgatam evolare, est eam visione dei potiri, quod nulla potest intercapedine impediri. Quisquis ergo dicit, non citius posse animam volare, quam in fundo cistae denarius possit tinnire, errat.
    • For a soul to fly out, is for it to obtain the vision of God, which can be hindered by no interruption, therefore he errs who says that the soul cannot fly out before the coin can jingle in the bottom of the chest.
    • Johann Tetzel, Theses nos. 55 and 56 of the One Hundred and Six Theses drawn up by Konrad Wimpina. The reformation in Germany, Henry Clay Vedder, 1914, Macmillan Company, p. 405. [5] Latin in: D. Martini Lutheri, Opera Latina: Varii Argumenti, 1865, Henricus Schmidt, ed., Heyder and Zimmer, Frankfurt am Main & Erlangen, vol. 1, p. 300. (Reprinted: Nabu Press, 2010, ISBN 1142405516 ISBN 9781142405519. [6]
    • Thesis 56 often abbreviated and translated as:
      As soon as a coin in the coffer rings / the soul from purgatory springs. CATHOLIC ENCYCLOPEDIA: Johann Tetzel
    • Alternate translation of no. 56:
      He errs who denies that a soul can fly as quickly up to Heaven as a coin can chink against the bottom of the chest. In “Luther and Tetzel,” Publications of the Catholic Truth Society, Catholic Truth Society (Great Britain), 1900, Volume 43, p. 25. [7]
  • God is the beautiful propaganda made in the fires of Man. And it's OK to love God because you appreciate the artistry of his creation, but you don't have to believe in a character because you're impressed by the author. Death and Man, God's coauthors, are the most prolific writers on the planet. Their output is prodigious. Man's Unconscious and Inevitable Death have co-penned Jesus, Muhammad, and Buddha, to name a few. And that's just the characters. They created heaven, hell, paradise, limbo, and purgatory. And that's just the settings. And what more? Everything, maybe. This successful partnership has created everything in the world but the world itself, everything that exists except for what was originally here when we found it. You get it? Do you understand the Process?

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  • An eternal purgatory, then, rather than a heaven of glory; an eternal ascent. If there is an end to all suffering, however pure and spiritualized we may suppose it to be, if there is an end to all desire, what is it that makes the blessed in paradise go on living? If in paradise they do not suffer for want of God, how shall they love Him? And if there, in the heaven of glory, while they behold God little by little and closer and closer, yet without ever wholly attaining Him, there does not always remain something more for them to know and desire, if there does not always remain a substratum of doubt, how shall they not fall asleep?

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  • It seems strange indeed that so practical and pressing a truth as that of purgatory should be dismissed, while so remote and impractical a doctrine as the absolute everlastingness of hell should be insisted on.
  • [[About Saint Thomas Christians) They had only three sacraments, baptism, eucharist, and the orders; and would not admit transubstantiation in the manner the Roman Catholics do. They knew nothing of purgatory; and the saints they said were not admitted to the presence of GOD, but were kept in a third place till the day of judgment. Their priests were permitted to marry, at least once in their life. Their rite was the Chaldaean or Syrian.…
    The uncontrolled power of Papal Rome had not then reached the Syrian churches in Travencore: they preserved their independence, and remained for ages unmolested, until the maritime discovery of India by de Gama: after which, priests and inquisitors from Goa disturbed their peace, burnt their unadulterated versions of the sacred scriptures, and compelled many of their churches to acknowledge the pope’s supremacy.
    • Mr. Wrede’s account of Syrian Christians, who contrary to Portuguese belief, followed the doctrine of Nestorius, and acknowledged the Patriarch of that sect residing in Syria, as their ecclesiastical chie quoted from Jain, M. (editor) (2011). The India they saw: Foreign accounts. New Delhi: Ocean Books. Volume IV Chapter16

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  • How can one attain fiery initiation without actual struggle? How can one pass through life without a real battle? Only a low understanding can have a conception of higher attainment without tension. To pass through life and attain means to pass along the edge of the abyss, means to pass through sorrow and tension. Just as the Cosmic Laboratory transmutes these energies of the heart, so do human souls pass through purgatory on Earth. Without this fiery attachment to Cosmic Fire the heart cannot know initiation into the Higher World. On the path to the Fiery World one must remember about the purgatory of life.

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  • The Divine Comedy really does paint God as a little bit, "Two choir boys short of a molestation racket," if all that Old Testament business didn't already tip you off. "Hey!" says God, "I've made it so it feels really really good to stick certain body parts together and jiggle them around, and hard-wired your brain to want to do it pretty much twenty-four/seven between the ages of thirteen and seventy. But if you actually do it without a special permission slip from the church, then I'm going to light you on fire! And that's just in purgatory. If you also didn't spend every Sunday reminding me what a level-headed and, if I may say so, strikingly handsome fellow I am, then I'm also going to staple your cock shut and feed you to a wolf."

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  • I presume that we may take the Catholic doctrine on the subject, stated very roughly, to be this—that while the hopelessly wicked man drops into hell, and the great saint is caught up immediately into heaven, as was the Blessed Virgin at her Assumption, the ordinarily good man still retains many faults and imperfections which unfit him to pass directly into the presence of God, and consequently needs a shorter or longer stay in an intermediate condition called purgatory, during which his various failings are eliminated by a comparatively short though painful process. It is only after being thus made perfect through suffering that he is ready to pass on into the joy of the heaven world. It will at once be seen by Theosophical students that this theory, in the form in which I have here stated it, corresponds very closely with the facts of the case.
  • On the other hand, the highly developed soul, who during earth life has gained complete control over his lower nature, and entirely dominated passion and desire, does in consequence sweep through the astral life with such rapidity that when he regains his consciousness he finds opening out before it the indescribable glory and bliss of the heaven world. But the ordinary man has by no means succeeded in entirely dominating all earthly desires and passions before his death. Thus he finds himself upon the astral plane with a fairly vigorous desire body, which he has made for himself during physical life, in which he now has to live until the process of its disintegration is in turn completed. It disintegrates only as · the desire which is its life dies out of it, and this often involves Suffering which is not inaptly symbolized by the fires of purgatory.
  • Happily, however, it is purgatory, and not hell, not the senseless, useless eternity of torment for the mere gratification of the cruel malignity of an irresponsible despot in which orthodox theology asks us to believe, but simply the necessary, the only effective and therefore the most merciful process for the elimination of the evil desire. Terrible though the suffering may be, the desire gradually wears itself out, and only then can the man pass on into the higher life
  • There is a real truth behind the doctrine of purgatory, and that when the abuse of pretended indulgence was swept away during that extraordinary outbreak of morbific matter from the ecclesiastical system which it is the fashion to call " the reformation," a great deal that was beautiful, true and useful was cast aside as well.
  • Widow, I have been a meer Stranger for these Parts that you live in, nor did I ever know the Husband of you, and Father of them, but I truly know by certain spiritual Intelligence, that he is in Purgatory.
    • William Shakespeare in: Nicholas Rowe (1709) The works of Mr. William Shakespeare: in six volumes. Vol. 6. p. 3097

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  • It was my greatest triumph... and I never looked back. You think I was afraid fleeing Brennenburg? Quite the contrary. I knew it was my purgatory - hellfire made to wash away my sins. There's no denying the things I've done. But I have paid my tribute. I gave them that awful man... I did the right thing.
Slade: Where am I?
Oliver: As far away from the world as I could get you. Where you can't hurt anyone ever again.
Slade: That's your weakness, kid. You don't have the guts to kill me.
Oliver: No. I have the strength to let you live.
Slade: Oh, you're a killer. I know, I created you. You've killed plenty.
Oliver: Yes, I have. You helped turn me into a killer when I needed to be one. And I'm alive today because of you. I made it home because of you. And I got to see my family again. But over the past year, I needed to be more... but I faltered. But then I stopped you. Without killing. You helped me become a hero, Slade. Thank you.
Slade: You think I won't get out of here? You think I won't kill who you care for?
Oliver: No, I don't. Because you're in purgatory.
Slade: I keep my promises, kid. I keep my promises! I keep my promises.
Oliver: The name of the island they found me on is Lian Yu. It's Mandarin for purgatory. Now I understand why. The memories, the pain, I've never escaped them. They're always with me, a reminder of what I had to endure, with only one thought, one goal -survive. To save the multiverse, I must become something else. To do that, I have to return where my journey began - Purgatory.
The Devil: Paragraph one states that I, the Devil, a not-for-profit cooperation, with offices in Purgatory, Hell, and Los Angeles, will give you seven wishes to use as you see fit.
Elliot Richards: Seven? Why not eight?
The Devil: Why not six? I don't know. Seven just sounds right.
Annie: And, um, will I come back here one day?
Lia: Well. We all end up here eventually. The problem with you was you came through the wrong door. But next time you'll come through the right one and it'll be Boggle and Pina Coladas 24-7. Spit spot! Mitchell's waiting. Is anything going on between you guys? I mean he came to purgatory to find you. Puts my ex-boyfriend's tattoo into perspective.
Giles: [about the ghost of James] He's-he's trying to... resolve whatever issues are keeping him in limbo. What exactly those are, I'm not...
Buffy: He wants forgiveness.
Giles: Yes. I imagine he does. But when James possesses people, they act out exactly what happened that night. So he's experiencing a form of purgatory instead. I mean, he's doomed to kill his Ms. Newman over and over and over again, and... Forgiveness is impossible.
Buffy: Good. He doesn't deserve it.
Giles: To forgive is an act of compassion, Buffy. It's not done because people deserve it, it's done because they need it.
Buffy: No. James destroyed the one person he loved the most in a moment of blind passion. And that's not something you forgive. No matter why he did what he did. And no matter if he knows now that it was wrong and selfish and stupid, it is just something he's gonna have to live with.
Xander: He can't live with it, Buff. He's dead.
Voight: [to Karl, the gunman who tried to kill Halstead] Did you grow up Catholic, Karl? I mean, most Poles are Catholic, right? Remember hearing about purgatory? I mean, if you weren't paying attention, it's it's a way station between heaven and hell. It's like this place. Heaven, for you, is upstairs. Cup of coffee, comfortable chair, we talk. You tell me why you opened up on two cops, put a girl in the hospital with a hole in her neck, clinging to life. Hell. It's a place we call the silos. About a 15-minute drive from here.
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Alberta: Let's go, Sam! We don't have all day!
Samantha: Okay, you literally have eternity.
Alberta: Oh, that's right. Thank you for reminding me of my endless purgatory.
Thorfinn: Sweet little baby, drift off to sleep. Dream of stabbing Danish men, laughing while they weep.
Hetty: No, it's creepy at this age.
Thorfinn: Thor feel it, too.
Samantha: Very weird.
Jay: Yeah.
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Ken: [Looking at a surreal Bosch painting] It's Judgment Day, you know?
Ray: Oh, yeah. What's that then?
Ken: Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth, when mankind will be judged for all the crimes they've committed and that.
Ray: Oh. And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that.
Ken: Yeah.
Ray: What's the other place?
Ken: Purgatory.
Ray: Purgatory... Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great either. Like Tottenham. [Pause] Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?
Ken: In Tottenham?
Sara: Look, I've never really thought that much past tomorrow. Ava, with my past, planning anything for the future is just... feels like tempting fate. And I convinced myself that I like it that way. Until you came along.
Ava: You just freaking came to purgatory for me. How's that for giving the middle finger to Fate?
Potter says his final goodbyes to his officers, starting with Mulcahy
Potter: So long, Francis. You've been a godsend.
Mulcahy: (to Col. Potter) Well, look on the bright side. When we're told we must do our time in purgatory, we can all say "No thanks. I've done mine", Sherman.
Col Potter: Goodbye, Margaret. I know you've got your career in order. Don't forget to have a happy life, too.
Margaret: My dear sweet man. I'll never forget you. (they embrace).

[Cesare comes upon Rodrigo, still standing over Juan's body]

Cesare Borgia: So- Lucrezia is to be married.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (turns around, smiles feebly) The brightest and- bleakest of days.
Cesare Borgia: They say you're not eating.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (turns away, paces) We fast... We abstain. We scourge our flesh- we take all mortification- and still, we are punished.
Cesare Borgia: This is not God's doing, Father.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (tearfully) Everything is God's doing! (gestures at Juan) Until we find his murderer- until we scour all Italy- Juan shall not be buried!
Cesare Borgia: There must be a funeral. It is arranged-
Rodrigo Borgi/Alexander VI: NO! We will not send him to purgatory! He will have no rest, until we find who did this! (to himself) There can be no hiding place so deep we could not seek them out!
Cesare Borgia:... There will be no need of that. (Rodrigo turns around, stunned)
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI:... Do you know who did this?
Cesare Borgia: (nods)...I do.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (moves towards him) Well, then tell us!
Cesare Borgia:... You truly wish to know?
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (looks confused, then hesitant; sits down in front of Juan) Ahh... Well, we... must.
Cesare Borgia: (walks around Juan) Then first, I ask that you hear my confession.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI:... Your confession?
Cesare Borgia: And, I further ask that you release me, from my vows as Cardinal, and- and I ask for your forgiveness, of my sins.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (stares at him) What... sins have you committed?
Cesare Borgia: I have protected the Papacy against its' enemies, when none other would stand its' ground. I have made my family strong, in the face of those who would weaken it. I have brought low the heretic Savanarola and outwitted the French King, and all this, Father, all this- I've done for Rome, the Church, and for you.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (confused and frightened)... T-tell me your sins. (Cesare kneels next to him)
Cesare Borgia: It is this, and only this: That I have taken upon my head... the act that none other would dare commit... though its' commission, benefits all. (Rodrigo realizes what he means and looks horrified) I swore a vow, long ago, that I would put an end to anyone who brought dishonor on our family, dishonor on our own, dishonor on you.
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (horrified) Ohhh. Ohhh. OHHHH! (stands up hastily and clutches at Juan's shoulders)
Cesare Borgia: (shaking with emotion) So, you see, Father- the robes of a Cardinal no longer sit easy on my shoulders! (raises his fist) A Cardinal's ring makes it harder, to grip the hilt of a sword! I beg, that you will release me of my vows, and you will grant me your forgiveness! (long pause, Rodrigo stares tearfully at Juan's body)...Father?
Rodrigo Borgia/Alexander VI: (wearily) ...We release you from your vows.

[Cesare comes forward and offers Rodrigo his ring; when Rodrigo doesn't take it, he lays it on Juan's chest. As he leaves, Rodrigo begins shaking with sobs]

John Diggle: How could you let this happen, Sara?! You, of all people?!
Sara: It's complicated.
John: It's not complicated. I wasn't there when he needed me.
Sara: Dig, we are working on bringing him back the same way that he brought me back, remember?
John: You're talking about a trip to Purgatory.
Sara: Yes.
John: Fine. Count me in.
Sara: And there's something else. Dig, it's Lyla. She's gone missing.
John: What?
Sara: Nobody saw her leave. She was here one minute and gone the next.
John: But she has the ability to teleport, so...
The Monitor: There are now infinite possibilities for Lyla's location.
John: You. Listen to me. I am not losing Oliver and Lyla. So cut the crap and tell me how the hell do I find my wife?!
Sara: You heard him. Where is she?
The Monitor: Harbinger could very well be with my adversary, the Anti-Monitor.
Vincent: [In Crow purgatory] What is this place?!
Eric: This is the place where it all ends. Where you pay for what you did to her... to all of them! Are you scared?! You should be!
Vincent: [Ạḟter ḟịghtịṇg, beịṇg held ịṇ ạ puddle thạt ịs ạ portạl to ạṇ oċeạṇ] Oh, you stupid boy. Is this what you want?! You think she’s worth it?! All this?! Eternal hell?! For what?! For some fucking whore?! You have no idea what hell awaits you!
Eric: Yeah, I do! [Demons stạrt scratchịṇg Vincent's face and pull him under water]
Shelly: [Emerges from water, Eric brings her up and she gasps] Eric. I had this terrible dream. I was falling. I thought I’d lost you.
Eric: It’s okay, baby. It’s over. It’s all over. You get to go back.
Shelly: Eric... what have you done? I can’t come with you.
Eric: What? This was the only way.
Shelly: [She gasps from being shocked by defibrillation paddles in real life] No. I’m going with you. This isn’t the way it was supposed to end.
Eric: I would do it again. All of it. Every moment. [She gasps] I love you. Forever. [They passionately kiss]
  • Therefore the story of Christ is the story of a journey, almost in the manner of a military march; certainly in the manner of the quest of a hero moving to his achievement or his doom. It is a story that begins in the paradise of Galilee, a pastoral and peaceful land having really some hint of Eden, and gradually climbs the rising country into the mountains that are nearer to the storm-clouds and the stars, as to a Mountain of Purgatory. He may be met as if straying in strange places, or stopped on the way for discussion or dispute; but his face is set towards the mountain city. That is the meaning of that great culmination when he crested the ridge and stood at the turning of the road and suddenly cried aloud, lamenting over Jerusalem. Some light touch of that lament is in every patriotic poem; or if it is absent, the patriotism stinks with vulgarity. That is the meaning the stirring and startling incident at the gates of the Temple, when the tables were hurled like lumber down the steps, and the rich merchants driven forth with bodily blows; the incident that must be at least as much of a puzzle to the pacifists as any paradox about non resistance can be to any of the militarists.
  • Get this: what if all we know as reality was, in fact, virtual reality? Reality itself is a ravaged dystopia run by technocrat Artificial Intelligence where humankind vegetates in billions of gloop-filled tanks - mere battery packs for the machine world - being fed this late '90s VR (known as The Matrix - you with us here?) through an ugly great cable stuck in the back of our heads. And what if there was a group of quasi-spiritual rebels infiltrating The Matrix with the sole purpose of crashing the ruddy great mainframe and rescuing humans from their unknown purgatory? And, hey, what if Keanu Reeves was their Messiah?
Gordon: Wait, what if we all died in that plasma storm, and this is actually some kind of Purgatory.
LaMarr: How would we know we were in Purgatory? What's Purgatory even like?
Kelly: You ever been married?
LaMarr: No.
Mercer: It's like that.
Paulie Walnuts: You didn't go to hell. You went to purgatory, my friend.
Christopher Moltisanti: I forgot all about purgatory.
Paulie Walnuts: Purgatory, a little detour on the way to paradise.
Christopher Moltisanti: How long you think we gotta stay there?
Paulie Walnuts: That's different for everybody. You add up all your mortal sins, multiply that number by 50, then you add up all your venial sins and multiply that by 25. You add them together, and that's your sentence. I figure i'm gonna have to do about 6,000 years before I get accepted into heaven. And 6,000 years is nothing in eternity terms. I could do that standing on my head. It's like a couple of days here.
Dean: I don't believe a word that's coming out of your mouth.
Castiel: I thought you said that we were like family. Well, I think that too. Shouldn't trust run both ways?
Dean: Cas, I just can't.
Castiel: Dean, I do everything that you ask. I always come when you call. And I am your friend, still, despite your lack of faith in me, and now your threats. I just saved you, yet again. Has anyone but your closest kin ever done more for you? All I ask is this one thing.
Dean: Trust your plan to pop Purgatory?
Castiel: I've earned that Dean.
Dean: That's just great. This is stupid. Our quality of life is crap. We got Purgatory's least wanted everywhere, and we're on our third "The World's Screwed" issue in, what, three years? We've steered the bus away from the cliff twice already.
Sam: Someone's got to do it.
Dean: What if the bus wants to go over the cliff?
Sam: You think the world wants to end?
Dean: I think that if we didn't take its belt and all its pens away each year that, yeah, the whole enchilada woulda offed itself already.
Bobby: Stop trying to wrestle with the big picture, son. You're gonna hurt your head.
Dean: Wow. Guy goes to Purgatory for a year, all hell breaks loose. Check this out. Jogger in Minneapolis gets his heart ripped out.
Sam: I'm guessing literally.
Dean: Only way that interests me. And then, there's another article from six months ago. Same thing happens, also in Minneapolis. What's that tell us?
Sam: Stay out of Minneapolis!
Kevin: What the hell happened to you guys?
Dean: Cliff Notes. I went to Purgatory. Sam hit a dog.
Crowley: Dean. Looking... well, let's just say Purgatory didn't do you any favors. Where's your angel?
Dean: Ask your mother.
Crowley: There's that grade-school zip. Missed it. I really did.
Bobby: What the hell is this?
Sam: All right, don't get all pissed off. Purgatory.
Bobby: Balls!
  • He's waiting in purgatory for the day of his rebirth... which happens to be this Thursday!
Damon: So here's my pitch. In order to keep the other side in place, you need something to anchor the spell, right, something powerful, like an immortal being powerful. Now Amara was obviously a great choice until she downed the cure, so would you consider someone who's dead but stuck on the other side a viable candidate?
Tessa: An anchor swap?
Damon: Because I've got a volunteer.
Tessa: I'd be making a ghost a human toll booth between our side and the other side, giving her the power to interact with our physical world and the supernatural purgatory.
Damon: So what's the problem?
Tessa: I need a massive amount of power to do a transfer spell like that.
Damon: Fine. Name your poison.
Tessa: I need something to draw on. The moon's not full, I don't think there's a worthy comet for another couple billion years.
Damon: think hard. I have a girlfriend at home who misses her best friend and a wacky stowaway on suicide watch. It's ridiculous.
Tessa: Doppelgängers. They're powerful, mystically, naturally recurring.
Damon: You want Doppelgänger blood? I got Doppelgängers coming out of my ears. How many do you want?
[Sam arrives at a rooftop party at The Standard Downtown LA and is greeted by two bikini top hat girls holding Pacha cherry pin cushions]
Bikini Top Hat Girl: Welcome to Purgatory.
Sam: [Taking a pin] Good to be here. Needed some time to think about things.
Bikini Top Hat Girl: Use it wisely.
Rosie the riveter mime: [Reading a book aloud] "All these holy trinities of women thriving like plants under the heat of the city's male gaze.
[Sam is swimming in the pool hiding behind a beachball to eavesdrop on the three women]
Jesus and the Brides of Dracula: [Singing] Three, three, three, exploring where the cameras cannot see, you and I beneath the surface, where the lovers cannot breathe, turning teeth, turning teeth...
Troy': Jesus, we love you!
Jesus and the Brides of Dracula: [Singing] ...turning teeth...
Mae: Is Jesus still here? Did he leave already?
Troy: I'm not sure.
Fannie: He's with one of the brides I think.
Mae: Romantically?
Fannie: Probably. Sure does seem to be making his way through all of them.
Troy: One bride at a time.
Mae: He's a romantic.
Troy: You don't become a bride without fucking Jesus. [They laugh]
Fannie: If he wasn't so handsome, he'd never get away with it.
Troy: Blessed by his holy father, I guess.
Van Helsing: Dracula?
Cardinal Jinette: Yes. You've never faced one like this before. [shows an image of a man in knight's armour] Our story begins 450 years ago, when a Transylvanian knight named Valerious the Elder promised God that his family would never rest nor enter Heaven... until they vanquished Dracula from their land. They have not succeeded, and they are running out of family. [shows another image] His descendant, Boris Valerious, King of the Gypsies. He disappeared almost 12 months ago. [shows another two images of a young man and woman] His only son, Prince Velkan, and his daughter, Princess Anna... If the two of them are killed before Dracula is vanquished, nine generations of their family will never enter the gates of St. Peter. For more than four centuries, this family has defended our left flank. They gave their lives. We cannot let them slip into Purgatory.
Van Helsing: So you're sending me into Hell.
Cardinal Jinette: In a manner. [a monk gives him a script] Valerious the Elder left this here 400 years ago, we don't know its purpose. But he would not have left it lightly. The Latin inscripton translates as: "In the name of God, open this door". There's a insignia.
[Van Helsing looks at his ring, which has the same symbol as the script]
Cardinal Jinette: Yes, it matches your ring. I think that in Transylvania you may find the answer you seek.

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  • Over clouds my mind will fly, forever now I can't think why.
    My body tries to leave my soul.
    Or is it me, I just don't know.
    Mem'ries rising from the past, the future's shadow overcast.
    Something's clutching at my head, through the darkness I'll be led.
  • The devil and the maiden
    Prepare for going wild
    The new messiah calling
    The purgatory child
    Before my flesh is fading
    The virgin has a turn
    The third of days we're climbing, the point of no return
  • Trapped in Purgatory
    A lifeless object, alive
    Awaiting reprisal
    Death will be their acquisition
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