Quotes About Paradise

All the disappointments of our life before the war were a fool's paradise.

The bony elbows Of power-walking purists Punch the air like little pistons, A well greased paradise-pursuing machine... Nowadays the prophet of real estate has spoken. As our tree population reaches rock bottom Wooden roofing joists shine Like gold bars in the sun. Razor-wired peace-walls rise daily, Funny way to put it But we love each other really. Black as Edgar Poe's ink-stained soul...

...and God forbid that I should go to any Heaven in which there are no horses...

The South Pacific is not a paradise, in the sense that Eden wasn't either. There are always apples and snakes. But it is a wonderful place to live. The green vales of Tahiti, the hills of Guadalcanal, the towering peaks about Wau, and the noonday brilliance of Rabaul have enchanted many white travelers who have stayed on for many years and built happy lives. Often on a cool night when the beer was plentiful and the stories alluring, we have envied the men and women of the South Pacific

Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden, Jacques said. And then: I wonder why.

The real troubles with living is that living is so banal. Everyone, after all, goes the same dark road—and the road has a trick of being the most dark, most treacherous, when it seems most bright—and it's true that nobody stays in the garden of Eden.

Nobody can stay in the Garden of Eden.

Nobody can stay in the garden of Eden,' Jacques said. And then: 'I wonder why.

nobody stays in the garden of Eden.

A man searching for paradise lost can seem a fool to those who never sought the other world.

The paradise of prayers is like a palace full of precious things.

If you point to paradise, all the shortsighted will see is your finger.

Paradise is no whim.It takes time and trust, You see.

Sinatra's idea of paradise is a place where there are plenty of women and no newspapermen. He doesn't know it, but he'd be better off if it were the other way around.

England is the paradise of women, the purgatory of men, and the hell of horses.

To me, Bermuda is a real family spot.

The real "opium of the people", distracting men's minds from their essential task, is the communist myth of an earthly paradise.

A wife is a gift bestowed upon a man to reconcile him to the loss of paradise.

How soon the labor of men would make a paradise of the earth were it not for misgovernment and a diversion of his energies to selfish interests.

Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.

Paradise for a happy man lies in his own good nature.

Vampires are sexy to a woman perhaps because the fantasy is similar to that of the man on the white horse sweeping her off to paradise.

Oh Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make, And ev'n with Paradise devise the snake; For all the Sin wherewith the Face of Man Is blackened - Man's forgiveness give and take!

We have to change this whole earth into a tremendous festival, and it is possible because man brings all that is needed to transform this earth into a paradise.