Quotes About Paradise

Heaven is beautiful because it is the expression of that which is the perfection of beauty.

Kennedy: You mean it's not a matter of good deeds versus bad deeds, a kind of moral bookkeeping? Lewis: No indeed. Look at the thief on the cross. He made it to paradise even though his life's red ink certainly outweighed the black. Kennedy:

The two most popular forms of this are the Oriental form of ignoring real physical evils by creating a mystical inner paradise through yoga and meditation

Welcome to Paradise," Marco said softly. "Paradise Prison.

Home was that lone house on its great bend of Chatham River, no destination anymore but only the source of a vague sadness he thought of as "homegoing," a returning to the lost paradise of true belonging.

The wildwood brings on mild nostalgia, not for home or place, but for lost innocence—the paradise lost that, as Proust said, is the only paradise.

Obviously one man's Utopia is another man's hell.

And then what? said her daemon sleepily. Build what? The Republic of Heaven, said Lyra.

what I saw was my bewildered father, alone on the darkening street-corner by the park that used to be our paradise, thinking himself and all of Jewry gratuitously disgraced and jeopardized by my inexplicable betrayal.

As for God, it was easy to think kindly of Him in a paradise like Indian Hill. It was something else in Newark—or Europe or the Pacific—in the summer of 1944.

It is said that the gates of paradise can only be opened by the tears of those left behind. I do not know whether that be true. It should be, I think.

No one shall expel us from the paradise which Cantor has created for us. { Expressing the importance of Georg Cantor 's set theory in the development of mathematics .}

No one shall expel us from the paradise that Cantor has created for us.

This must be just like livin' in paradise.

i have to cross the river of extreme awkwardness in order to get to the paradise on the other side.

Cultures in tropical paradises that are entirely free of jealousy exist only in the romantic minds of optimistic anthropologists, and in fact have never been found.

This whole story doesn't make sense! Why would God create a perfect place and then allow the Devil in it, just to trick you? Why tell you not to do something when He could have just removed the tree, and so avoided the problem completely? - Cain

Una de las delicias ennoblecedoras del Paraíso, según lo prometió Tomás de Aquino: ver cómo allá abajo torturan y asan a los condenados.

This world, which has the potential to be Eden, is instead the hell before Hell. In our arrogance, we have made it so.

If we were capable of thinking of everything, we would still be living in Eden, rent-free with all-you-can-eat buffets and infinitely better daytime TV programming.

Nothing is one hundred percent reliable this side of paradise, except that your cell-phone provider will never fulfill the service promises that you were naïve enough to believe.

Nothing could be more comfortable than writing about the ballet from books. A ballet he had never seen was an art in another world. It was an unrivaled armchair reverie, a lyric from some paradise. He called his work research, but it was actually free, uncontrolled fantasy. He preferred not to savor the ballet in the flesh; rather he savored the phantasms of his own dancing imagination, called up by Western books and pictures. It was like being in love with someone he had never seen.

Mrs. Turner, like all other believers had built an altar to the unattainable- Caucasian characteristics for all. Her god would smite her, would hurl her from pinnacles and lose her in deserts. but she would not forsake his altars. Behind her crude words was a belief that somehow she and others through worship could attain her paradise- a heaven of straight-haired, thin-lipped, high-nose boned white seraphs.

The problem of eternal beatitude is one of those whose solution is known only to God. Here, below, the sublimest poets have simply harassed their readers when attempting to picture paradise.