Quotes About Paradise

My thoughts have long been stirred and racked by just one name of passing sweetness: my days in paradise have lacked just your perfection for completeness

The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

Anyone who thinks that the Communist regimes of Central Europe are exclusively the work of criminals is overlooking a basic truth: The criminal regimes were made not by criminals but by enthusiasts convinced they had discovered the only road to paradise. They defended that road so valiantly that they were forced to execute many people. Later it became clear that there was no paradise, that the enthusiasts were therefore murderers.

No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do so, because only animals were not expelled from Paradise. The love between dog and man is idyllic. It knows no conflicts, no hair-raising scenes; it knows no development.

There was pleasure in Paradise but no excitement.

Dogs are our link to Paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring — it was peace.

Now we are longtime outcasts, flying through the emptiness of time in a straight line. Yet somewhere deep down a thin thread still ties us to that far-off misty Paradise, where Adam leans over a well and, unlike Narcissus, never even suspects that the pale yellow blotch appearing in it is he himself. The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.

Anyone who thinks that the Communist regimes of Central Europe are exclusively the work of criminals is overlooking a basic truth: the criminal regimes were made not by criminals but by enthusiasts convinced that they had discovered the road to paradise.

I regimi criminali non furono creati da criminali ma da entusiasti, convinti di aver scoperto l'unica strada per il paradiso. Essi difesero con coraggio questa strada, giustiziando per questo molte persone. In seguito, fu chiaro che il paradiso non esisteva e che gli entusiasti erano quindi degli assassini.

Raised as we are on the mythology of the Old Testament, we might say that an idyll is an image that has remained with us like a memory of Paradise: life in Paradise was not like following a straight line to the unknown; it was not an adventure. It moved in a circle among known objects. Its monotony bred happiness, not boredom.

O mesmo cineasta do subconsciente que de dia lhe enviava pedaços da paisagem natal como imagens de felicidade, organizava-lhe de noite, regressos aterradores ao seu país. O dia era iluminado pela beleza do país abandonado, a noite pelo terror de lá voltar. O fia mostrava-lhe o paraíso que perdera, a noite o inferno de onde fugira.

The day was lit with the beauty of the land forsaken, the night by the horror of returning to it. The day would show her the paradise she had lost; the night, the hell she had fled.

A nostalgia do Paraíso é o desejo que o homem tem de não ser homem.

The criminal regimes were made not by criminals but by enthusiasts convinced they had discovered the only road to paradise. They defended that road so valiantly that they were forced to execute many people. Later it became clear that there was no paradise, that the enthusiasts were therefore murderers.

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No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do so, because only animals were not expelled from Paradise.

Y sabe que abandonaría en cualquier la casa de su felicidad, que abandonaría en cualquier momento su paraíso en el que vive con la muchacha del sueño, que traicionaría el muss sein de su amor para irse con Teresa, la mujer nacidad de seis ridículas casualidades

The moment she removed his head from the body, she felt the strange and intoxicating touch of freedom. That anonymity of the body was a suddenly discovered paradise. With an odd delight, she expelled her wounded and too vigilant soul and was transformed into a simple body without past or memory, but all the more eager and receptive. She tenderly caressed Eva's face, while the headless body moved vigorously on top of her.

Love! the surviving gift of Heaven, The choicest sweet of Paradise, In life's else bitter cup distilled.

If I spoke Italian, I'd be in Italy in a minute. I love the food, I love the way people live there. I mean, it really is my idea of paradise.

I have tried to write Paradise Do not move Let the wind speak that is paradise. Let the Gods forgive what I have made Let those I love try to forgive what I have made.

She'd created her own hell, and now that she had learned to control her fear, she knew how to create her own paradise.

It seems that there is never to be any perfect rest. Even in Eden the snake rears its head among the laden boughs of the Tree of Knowledge. The silence of the dreamless night is broken by the roar of the avalanche; the hissing of sudden floods; the clanging of the engine bell marking its sweep through a sleeping American town; the clanking of distant paddles over the sea....

What Eve did! In the garden of Eden! I... I don't think it was evil. It was smart. It was right.