Quotes About Paradise

There is M. Geborand purchasing paradise for a sou.

Cossette, al saber que era hermosa, perdió la gracia de ignorarlo; gracia exquisita, porque la belleza realzada por la sencillez es inefable, y no hay nada más digno de adoración que una inocencia deslumbradora que lleva en la mano, sin saberlo, la llave de un paraíso.

The presence of angels is an announcement of Paradise.

To cling to his paradise and become a devil or become a saint by going back to hell?

Love is a celestial respiration of the air of paradise.

j'avais le paradis dans le coeur.

Et quoi qu'il fit, il retombait toujours sur ce poignant dilemme qui était au fond de sa rêverie : - rester dans le paradis et y devenir démon ! rentrer dans l'enfer et y devenir ange !

Un día hablamos del paraíso, ¿no? Tú dijiste que no creías ni en el otro mundo ni en el paraíso, ¿te acuerdas? -Sí, me acuerdo. -Si la muerte tiene algún sentido, ¿no crees que es incongruente negar la existencia del otro mundo y del paraíso? -¿Por qué? -Porque al morir todo acaba, ¿no? Y si no existe un después, es imposible que la muerte tenga sentido...

A relationship ain't paradise and nobody should be getting played. It's not a game. It's life

Dieu avait chassé l'homme du Paradis terrestre. L'homme aujourd'hui chasse Dieu de toute la terre. A développer. (11 oct. 1909)

the lovers ... dreamed of a world that was like a jewel box without a jewel - a paradise waiting for them ... to fill it with their happiness

And so this paradise was like a jewel box without a jewel. There it lay, day after day..., and waited for lovers to find it and fill it with their happiness

Demons feed on death and pain madness," Valentine said. "When I kill, it is because I must. You grew up in a falsely beautiful paradise surrounded by fragile glass walls, my daughter. Your mother created the world she wanted to live in and she brought you up in it, but she never told you it was an illusion. And all the time the demons waited with their weapons of blood and terror to smash the glass and pull you free of the lie.

I wonder if Eve could write letters in Paradise! But, poor Eve, she had no one to write to - no one to whom to tell what Eden was, no beloved child to whom her love traveled through any or all space. Poor Eve!

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

or is it that man contains within himself the seeds of evil? That even if he is placed in a paradise perfectly formed for him he will poison it, slowly, with his own jealousies and desires?

Do you think, if Columbus had stood on the bow of his ship, looked at the New World and understood everything to come, all the disease and death and betrayal, all the ugliness, all the blood - do you think he would have embraced it, called it paradise?

All coral in every world think of Australia the way that you and I think of Mesopotamia - it is the ancestral paradise of their civilization and they send it Valentines each February.

Comparatively, our private blunders are insignificant. Just part of the general pattern of human awfulness. We map our little disasters onto a beautiful picture of a great one, so that there's continuity. So that there's balance. We fail because we always fail. It's not our fault. For evidence, see the paradise we lack.

before humanity chokes (or basks) in the dungeon (or paradise) of a Western-centered global empire or of an East Asian-centered world-market society, "it might well burn up in the horrors (or glories) of the escalating violence that has accompanied the liquidation of the Cold War world order.

it was one which the Old Man of the Mountain* was in the habit of using when he wished to send people to his paradise in their sleep, or when he wished to bring them back. This prince said also that, by varying the amount administered, it would work, without causing any harm, to send a man to sleep for a longer or shorter period and, while its effect lasted, no one would think him to be alive. The

Heaven would indeed be heaven if lovers were there permitted as much enjoyment as they had experienced on earth.

I have some state secrets I will take with me to paradise.

because it's perfect. Happy and new. Filled with possibility...Everyone needed a little reminder of something whole and full of promise. Everyone needed a bit of paradise.