Hela (Earth-616)/Quotes

Thunder god -- accept your fate. None may challenge Hela's will.

... Thou must hand him to me, for he is MINE.

Thou makest the most mystic thing mundane, old man. Verily, thou doth bore the child with thy weighty words. Suffice it to say -- somewhere, ODIN LIVES!

But Hela is no ordinary warrior...and mine are not a warrior's weapons! You force me to do what even I cannot undo! Raise your eyes, Thor...and see the Hand of Glory!

Before I am through with you, Thor, you will come crawling to me, begging for death's final embrace! And Hela will be revenged!

From this day forth, the mighty Thor, warrior of Asgard, will fear to enter combat. For his bones are now as brittle as those of an old woman and when they break, they will not heal! Nor will you find respite in the arms of death, for I have cast you out! And the absence of death is eternal life! The god of thunder will life forever! Until his every waking desire shall be to die!

There are times, father, when even I marvel at your hatred! Hela's passion for revenge seems a pale and slender thing next to the towering fury that would sacrifice its own children to the storm in order to satisfy its demands!

Hela is not finished with that upstart Valkyrie. By the shattered ship of nails, my revenge is just beginning.

And bring me, Moonstar, the All-Father's heart! Soon, Odin, and all his holdings, shall be mine!

Halt your bickerings, mortals -- and immortals! Full they may be of fire and fury -- yet they signify naught -- now that Hela, Queen of Death, has come hot from Hel!

This is the gathering of the dead. If you liked it, there would be something wrong with you. ... Only Hela likes it. And it is not a matter of whether she likes it or not. It must be done and done swiftly...

Mr. Madrox, I need your help.

I am Hela. I am the goddess of Death and the queen of Hel. And I go where I damn well please!

This is the gathering of the dead. If you liked it, there would be something wrong with you. Only Hela likes it. And it is not a matter of whether she likes it or not. It must be done and done swiftly... for there are worse fates than Hel.

The Fates delight in dissembling -- pay their prophecies no heed!

Along the banks of the venomous river Gjoll, the lost souls buried up to their necks are wailing their hymns of sorrow as the bloody ice-waves come crashing in.

What about one who values not life but death... may she be granted audience?