Quotes About Paradise

I grew up in a utopia, I did. California when I was a child was a child's paradise, I was healthy, well fed, well clothed, well housed. I went to school and there were libraries with all the world in them and after school I played in orange groves and in Little League and in the band and down at the beach and every day was an adventure. . . . I grew up in utopia.

He deserves Paradise who makes his companions laugh.

So far as we have any information about man, we know that he has always and everywhere been under the influence of dominating ideas. Any one who alleges that he is not can immediately be suspected of having exchanged a known form of belief for a variant which is less known both to himself and to others. Instead of theism he is a devotee of atheism, instead of Dionysus he favours the more modern Mithras, and instead of heaven he seeks paradise on earth.

Of course Sartre and Beauvoir were not alone in being seduced by Communism. Many of the Auden generation, on both sides of the Channel, had become infatuated with the socialist 'paradise', and remained blind to its atrocities.

Quando eu vou na cidade tenha a impressão que estou no paraizo. Acho sublime ver aquelas mulheres e crianças tão bem vestidas. Tão diferentes da favela. As casas com seus vasos de flores e cores variadas. Aquelas paisagens há de encantar os olhos dos visitantes de São Paulo, que ignoram que a cidade mais afamada da America do Sul está enferma. Com as suas ulceras. As favelas.

He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His hair fell forward around either side of his face, a frame of black, silky where it brushed her collarbone. "I am in paradise." His hips rocked again. She closed her eyes tight. She felt his lips on her cheek and then on her eyelids, placing gentle kisses.

Will smiled the way Lucifer might have smiled, moments before he fell from Heaven.

Those who seek to drag heaven down to earth are destined only to engineer a hell.

Graphic design is the paradise of individuality, eccentricity, heresy, abnormality, hobbies and humours.

Graphic design is the paradise of individuality, eccentricity, heresy, abnormality, hobbies and humors.

Only then (nearly out the door, so to speak) did I realize how unspeakably beautiful all of this was, how precisely engineered for our pleasure, and saw that I was on the brink of squandering a wondrous gift, the gift of being allowed, every day, to wander this vast sensual paradise, this grand marketplace lovingly stocked with every sublime thing.

The 5-year-old sees that Paradise correctly, not in technology but in the fairy story, in the great myths that control and guide our lives. And myth is meaning divined rather than defined, implicit rather than explicit.

A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread - and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness - Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!

Prayer brings a good spirit in our homes. For God hears prayer. Heaven itself would come down to our homes. And even though we who constitute the home all have our imperfections and our failings, our home would, through God's answer to prayer, become a little paradise.

Paradise — I see flowers from the cottage where I lie.

The earth is neither fabulous nor paradisal. And therefore it is not hell.

John la miró a los ojos y enseguida se sintió transportado a otro plano de la existencia. Tal vez sí que existía el paraíso, y si no, puesto que existía Xhex, ¿a quién le importaba el cielo? Lo único que John sabía era que Xhex y él estaban juntos en ese momento y que el resto del mundo había perdido interés. ¿Sería posible enamorarse dos veces de la misma persona?, se preguntó.

Se imaginó que se encaminaba hace el cielo, a pesar de la cantidad de pecados que había cometido en esta vida. No hay paraíso sin ella, pensó. Marissa.

Ah, life is a gate, a way, a path to Paradise anyway, why not live for fun and joy and love or some sort of girl by a fireside, why not go to your desire and LAUGH...

Try the meditation of the trail, just walk along looking at the trail at your feet and don't look about and just fall into a trance as the ground zips by. Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and fluteboys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak… just like life.

those who're good stay in Heaven,they've been in Heaven from the beginning

Trails are like that: you're floating along in a Shakespearean Arden paradise and expect to see nymphs and flute boys, then suddenly you're struggling in a hot broiling sun of hell in dust and nettles and poison oak…just like life.

Paradise!' he screamed. 'The one and only indispensable Paradise.

The blue sky adds Dont call me eternity, call me God if you like, sll of you talkers are in paradise: the leaf is paradise, the tree stump is paradise, the paper bag is paradise, the man is paradise, the sand is paradise, the sea is paradise, the man is paradise, the fog is paradise