Quotes About Paradise

It would be an idyllic tropical paradise if not for the malaria, the insects, the constant diarrhea and resulting hemorrhoids, and the fact that the people are dirty and smell bad and eat each other and use human heads for decoration.

Had these people been living in, for example, the agricultural paradise of the Nile Delta, they might have been able to get away with some mazy religious dogma as the basis for that system.

It should have been so sweet," Frank Cullotta said. "Everything was in place. We were given paradise on earth, but we fucked it all up." It would be the last time street guys were ever given anything that valuable again.

It's often been observed that the major religions can give no convincing account of Paradise. They do much better in representing Hell; indeed one of the early Christian dogmatists, Tertullian, borrowed the vividness of the latter to lend point to the former. Among the delights of Heaven, he decided, would be the contemplation of the tortures of the damned.

With an unctuous smile they offer a redemption that is not theirs to bestow and, when questioned, put on the menacing scowl that says, "Oh, so you reject our offer of paradise? Well, in that case we have quite another fate in store for you." Such love! Such care!

Tertullian, one of the many church fathers who found it difficult to give a persuasive account of paradise, was perhaps clever in going for the lowest possible common denominator and promising that one of the most intense pleasures of the afterlife would be endless contemplation of the tortures of the damned. He spoke more truly than he knew in evoking the man-made character of faith.

The sight of London to my exiled eyes Is as Elysium to a new-come soul.

No,' he said. 'There is no pirating. We fly the Stars and Stripes. We call it, Old Glory. We are Americans, and we are waging war as best we can, against tyranny. But I'll keep safe. Oh, I'll keep safe. Until I can come home back for you, and take you to paradise.' *

Where ever I am is paradise because I'm there. I am Joy itself.

luckily, Eden is soon populated. The ethical dimension begins when the other appears on the scene.

Cuando hablo con Ubertino me da la impresión de que el infierno es el paraíso visto desde la otra parte. No

Soy culpable de su condenación, soy culpable de la condenación de todos los que se condenan, es justo que las tres mujeres no hayan sido mías: es el castigo por haberlas deseado. Pierdo la primera porque está en el paraíso, la segunda porque envidia en el purgatorio el pene que jamás tendrá, y la tercera porque está en el infierno. Teológicamente perfecto. Ya escrito.

The pleasures of love are pains that become desirable, where sweetness and torment blend, and so love is voluntary insanity, infernal paradise, and celestial hell - in short, harmony of opposite yearnings, sorrowful laughter, soft diamond.

the exiles who at midday relax at the café with their suitcases packed full of memories, packed and ready to return to paradise, even though they - or is it we? - aren't sure if that particular paradise is a memory or a dream (175).

paradise seemed further away than India, but Hell had become a bit closer

Discovering dedicated mystery booksellers was a bit like going to heaven without having to die first

We danced our youth in a dreamed of city, Venice, paradise, proud and pretty, We lived for love and lust and beauty, Pleasure then our only duty. Floating them twixt heaven and Earth And drank on plenties blessed mirth We thought ourselves eternal then, Our glory sealed by God's own pen. But paradise, we found is always frail, Against man's fear will always fail.

Desafiaré al vacío Sacudiré la nada con blasfemias y gritos Hasta que caiga un rayo de castigo ansiado Trayendo a mis tinieblas el clima del paraíso.

An intelligent hell would be better than a stupid paradise.

See Monsieur Geborand, buying a pennyworth of paradise.

and if you fall as Lucifer fell, you fall in flames! And so it must be, for so it is written on the doorway to Paradise, that those who falter and those who fall must pay the price!

Should he remain in paradise and become a demon? Should he return to hell and become an angel?

Cosette, by learning that she was beautiful, lost the grace of not knowing it; an exquisite grace, for beauty heightened by artlessness is ineffable, and nothing is so adorable as dazzling innocence, going on her way, and holding in her hand, all unconsciousness, the key of a paradise.

To sacrifice the world to paradise is to let slip the prey for the shadow.