Quotes About Paradise

For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

A new Earth and new Heaven.

Tissez un triple cercle autour de lui, et fermez les yeux de terreur sacrée : Car il s'est nourri de miellée, et a bu le lait du Paradis.

E se tu stessi dormendo E dormendo facessi un sogno E in quel sogno vedessi te stesso in Paradiso E li cogliessi uno strano e bellissimo fiore E, una volta svegliato, ti ritrovassi Col fiore in mano? Oh, e se così fosse, che faresti allora?

man he made and for him built Magnificent this world, and earth his seat, Him lord pronounced; and, Oh indignity! Subjected to his service angel-wings, And flaming ministers to watch and tend Their earthly charge: Of these the vigilance I dread; and, to elude, thus wrapped in mist Of midnight vapor glide obscure, and pry In every bush and brake, where hap may find The serpent sleeping; in whose mazy folds To hide me, and the dark intent I bring. —PARADISE LOST, JOHN MILTON

All paradises fail. —Constance Waverly

I love walking. Walking might be my favorite pastime. It's one of the reasons I moved to the pedestrian paradise that is NYC. It's hiking that I try to avoid.

Solitude is precious balm to my heart in these paradistic parts.

But I read so seldom, that I prefer books suited exactly to my taste. And I like those authors best whose scenes describe my own situation in life, - and the friends who are about me, whose stories touch me with interest, from resembling my own homely existence,- which, without being absolutely paradise, is, on the whole, a source of indescribable happiness.

Übrigens befinde ich mich hier gar wohl. Die Einsamkeit ist meinem Herzen köstlicher Balsam in dieser paradiesischen Gegend, und diese Jahreszeit der Jugend wärmt mit aller Fülle mein oft schauderndes Herz. Jeder Baum, jede Hecke ist ein Strauß von Blüten, und man möchte zum Maienkäfer werden, um in dem Meer von Wohlgerüchen herumschweben und alle seine Nahrung darin finden zu können.

am I not the same being who once enjoyed an excess of happiness, who at every step saw paradise open before him, and whose heart was ever expanded towards the whole world? and this heart is now dead; no sentiment can revive it. my eyes are dry; and my senses, no more refreshed by the influence of soft tears, wither and consume my brain.

The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harasses me.

The horse through all its trials has preserved the sweetness of paradise in its blood.

Earth seemed a place of exile and I dreamt of heaven.

Nosotros decimos que para consolarnos por la pérdida del Paraíso Dios nos concedió sólo a nosotros entre todas sus criaturas Esperanza y Memoria. Mejor dijéramos: Sólo porque somos criaturas cargadas con Esperanza y Memoria alentamos la ilusión de un Paraíso que nosotros y solamente nosotros hemos perdido.

Do we hate paradise so much we need to make sure it becomes a trash heap?

Life... is a paradise to what we know of death.

The search for Eden always ends in tears.

A typical battlefield of this struggle is Hawaii, America's most deceptively beautiful state. For most residents and visitors, it seems an unspoiled island paradise. In actuality it is a killing field of biological diversity. When

To some will come a time when change itself is beauty, if not heaven.

Paraguay came to be referred to as 'the paradise of Muhammad'

Be aware; The woman still holds the apple spirit, to bring the man, to the heaven, and as well as causes to expel him from there.

Never be the enemy; even one has reasons for that, never hate and harm others, one will be glad, safe and satisfied. Each one of us lives, in society and society lives in each one of us. Be as perfume, as a blossom, and be a path of harmony, love, friendship, justice, integration, and tolerance. Just fight own criminal and negative thoughts, one will perceive and feel the world is not less than a paradise.

Heaven: the Coney Island of the Christian imagination.