The only true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.
Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.
The thing about paradise, though, is we don't always recognize it immediately. Its paradiseness takes time to sink in.
You breathe into my words and animate them with life. I'd fall from heaven a trillion times over to die in the softness of your paradise.
You never plant trees whose leaves are merely locks when your mind becomes a forbidden paradise of independent thought.
It's too hard for people to accept. The weak-minded invent invisible gods and gardens and reunions in paradise. Or some. like you, won't buy unto that nonsense, but it's still too painful to admit the truth. So you come up with this 'how can we know?' rationale.
Paradise is not something that we create. Rather, it is something that we find.
Sometimes, what we need the most is the strength to survive in this world. Which forces us to pay, to watch the demons destroy the paradises we built and dance on its ruins.
The pain in Vinay's voice disturbed Radhika. "Shangri-La is a state of mind, Vinay. If you're happy, then everything around you will be okay and in harmony. Nothing is perfect anywhere. We must find our own paradise amidst the chaos. Just the way a beautiful lotus blooms in dirty water.
Raised as we are on the mythology of the Old Testament, we might say that an idyll is an image that has remained with us like a memory of Paradise: life in Paradise was not like following a straight line to the unknown; it was not an adventure. It moved in a circle among known objects. Its monotony bred happiness, not boredom.
She was his Eve. He was her fall. He'd make the leaves of her trees blush, then he'd undress them all.
Paradise might have been here; and it is certainly here amid these forests that the Lord God now is resting, recovering from that huge disaster that was the creation of mankind.
Mehak, I know of a place where the king is great and in his reign the peasant is happy, the treasury full, the army satisfied and the poor content. There is such peace and plenty in that place, when you visit the people in their homes, the decorated doorways arch around you like a beautiful embrace. There are no doors at the entrances of the homes of these welcoming people, Mehak, my dearest! Every day there feels like a day of festival. And, day or night, wayfarers clink their gold playfully in their hands as they walk, be it over the plains or through woods. We can rule that kingdom, if you come with me. The only thing that is different there is the currency of the land. It is not gold. It is flowers.
He had thought enough during the day. The time for thinking was now over. Thoughts tortured and in paradise one sought only pleasure.
To find one's paradise, one needn't travel far, only well.
It is idle to say there is no such garden. Everyone recognises the same nostalgia... Paradise is neither a moment nor a place; it is a condition. So when the lover calls to his or her beloved to come into the garden, it is, in the final implication, a summons to overcome to human condition.
Can I go to heaven if you don't? And if I do go someplace where my paradise is detached from your eternity, where the hell am I?
I can't keep writing about just the rainbows, sunshine and those calm oceans. All that thunder, pain, demons, and chaos have their own beauty too. The moment my pen starts bleeding from the same end, where it was spilling the stars too. All I can do is sit in silence and witness how it starts placing the darkest demons around the same paradise it had built till now.
I remember seeing a bumper sticker that said, "I believe in life before death." To me this means that we don't have to imagine a future paradise. Paradise can happen right here, right now, while we're in this human incarnation. The choice is ours.
Looking For Gold
I'm looking for the gold in this life A love so rare It's doesn't have a price Not living for the future No heaven, no hell, no paradise And I'm giving it all away now, Cause you can't step In the same river twice.
The Fantasy is a reassurance -- a promise that the peace of Paradise... is not to be lost.
If your head is in the shade of love then surely your feet are in paradise.
The door of Paradise is very wide. Don't put an embargo on Allah's mercy. Leave it open, it is enough for everyone.
If we want to see God, we may have to see the Devil first. Hell precedes Heaven. There are no easy paths, no straight roads to Paradise. We have to wander along crooked tracks in dark woods and fall into bottomless abysses. Yet, in the end, our struggle makes us fit for Paradise.
Find the exotic where you are.
We have never lost Paradise, but human consciousness tells us we have lost it and that we have to regain it. But in fact, Paradise has never been lost, Paradise is never to be therefore regained. We are in Eden, just as we are now.
It's time to make your stand. It's you against the world. It's you contra mundum. This world is hell, but good, rational people of strong will can convert it into paradise.
Nobody is fully ready for paradise. That is why
'the kingdom come' will be like thief in the night.
Idle to pretend that we have lost paradise. We never had it; it is still to make.
Doom is nigh. I am in acute distress, desperately trying to coax sleep, opening my eyes every few seconds to check their faded gleam, and imagining paradise as a place where a sleepless neighbor reads an endless book by the light of an eternal candle.
Spread kindness, caring, and compassion and create your own paradise. Infuse it with joy and you've created heaven on earth.
The possibility of paradise hovers on the cusp of coming into being, so much so that it takes powerful forces to keep such a paradise at bay. If paradise now arises in hell, it's because in the suspension of the usual order and the failure of most systems, we are free to live and act another way.
Paradise is a world where everything is a sanctuary and nothing is a gun.
Paradise will be a kind of library.
Whoever treads a path seeking knowledge, Allah will make easy for him the path to Paradise.
How beautiful can life be? We hardly dare imagine it.
I don't like Paradise,
As they probably don't have obsessions there.
Certainly paradise, whatever, wherever it be, contains flaws. (Paradisical flaws, if you like.) If it did not, it would be incapable of drawing the hearts of men or angels.
Totalitarianism is not only hell, but all the dream of paradise -- the age-old dream of a world where everybody would live in harmony, united by a single common will and faith, without secrets from one another. Andre Breton, too, dreamed of this paradise when he talked about the glass house in which he longed to live. If totalitarianism did not exploit these archetypes, which are deep inside us all and rooted deep in all religions, it could never attract so many people, especially during the early phases of its existence. Once the dream of paradise starts to turn into reality, however, here and there people begin to crop up who stand in its way, and so the rulers of paradise must build a little gulag on the side of Eden. In the course of time this gulag grows ever bigger and more perfect, while the adjoining paradise gets even smaller and poorer.
The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
That's right, there's free beer in Irish paradise. Everyone's jealous.
A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell.
A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell!
I mean only that I hope they find darkness or paradise without fear of it, if they can.
I would prefer an intelligent hell to a stupid paradise.
The Bible begins gloriously with Paradise, the symbol of youth, and ends with the everlasting kingdom, with the holy city. The history of every man should be a Bible.
Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.
It gets to seem as if way back in the Garden of Eden after the fall, Adam and Eve had begged the Lord to forgive them and He, in his boundless exasperation, had said, "All right, then. Stay. Stay in the Garden. Get civilized. Procreate. Muck it up." And they did.
Like Adam, we have all lost Paradise; and yet we carry Paradise around inside of us in the form of a longing for, almost a memory of, a blessedness that is no more, or the dream of a blessedness that may someday be again.
Whoever drinks beer, he is quick to sleep;
whoever sleeps long, does not sin; whoever does not sin, enters Heaven! Thus, let us drink beer!
Where there is the tree of knowledge, there is always Paradise: so say the most ancient and most modern serpents.
We are equal inhabitants of a paradise of individuals in which everybody has the right to be understood.
Your so-called religions have made you very tense. Because they have created guilt in you. My effort here is to help you get rid of all guilt and all fear. I would like to tell you: there is no hell and no heaven. So don't be afraid of hell and don't be greedy for heaven. All that exists is this moment. You can make this moment a hell or a heaven -- that certainly is possible -- but there is no heaven or hell somewhere else. Hell is when you are all tense, and heaven is when you are all relaxed. Total relaxation is paradise.
He who has gold makes and accomplishes whatever he wishes in the world and finally uses it to send souls to paradise.
An inherent sense of man makes him long for an eternal paradise.
The academy is not paradise. But learning is a place where paradise can be created.
The child in each of us Knows paradise. Paradise is home. Home as it was Or home as it should have been. Paradise is one's own place, One's own people, One's own world, Knowing and known, Perhaps even Loving and loved. Yet every child Is cast from paradise- Into growth and new community, Into vast, ongoing Change.
It is difficult to write a paradiso when all the superficial indications are that you ought to write an apocalypse.
Dogs are our link to paradise.
Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace.
In looking for the keys of paradise, a pope may stoop a little; having found them, he should rise again.
Traveling is a fool's paradise.
Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.
A person who has not completely lost the memory of paradise, even though it is a faint one, will suffer endlessly. He will feel the call of the essential world, will hear the voice that comes from so far away that one cannot find out where it comes from, a voice that cannot guide him.
All paradises, all utopias are designed by who is not there, by the people who are not allowed in.
Paradise is not a place; it's a state of consciousness.
Paradise is the here and now, the actual, tangible, dogmatically real Earth on which we stand. Yes, God bless America, the Earth upon which we stand.
Think of what a paradise this world would be if men were kind and wise.
Because of impatience we were driven out; because of impatience we cannot return.
It is better to be unhappy and know the worst, than to be happy in a fool's paradise.
Think twice; it's just another day for you and me in paradise.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear,
And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
I'm goin' to take a little trip, down paradise's endless shores. They say that travel broadens the mind, till you can't get your head out of doors.
We do not understand that life is paradise, for it suffices only to wish to understand it, and at once paradise will appear in front of us in its beauty.
Paradise Is exactly like
Where you are right now Only much much Better.
You cannot avoid paradise. You can only avoid seeking it.
Paradise is for those who make paradise.
Paradise is not somewhere else... it is within you. And it is not in some other time, after death... It is in you right now.
Paradise is a state of mind.
You should paint those visions of paradise rather than just talking about them.
Here is an unspeakable secret: paradise is all around us and we do not understand.
Travel is seeking the lost paradise. It is the supreme illusion of love.
There ain't no place like paradise.
Me, I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know its not some place you can look for because its not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something and if you find that moment, it lasts forever.
Rhyme is an attempt to reassemble and reaffirm the possibility of paradise. There is a wholeness, a serenity, in sounds coupling to form a memory.
All spiritual techniques seek to awaken fallen man from the dream in which he lives : he dreams continuously of individual state of being, and of the many forms through which the external world presents itself to him; he builds for himself a paradise of illusions, so as to forget the absence of God. To recover the vision of the spiritual world, the soul of man must "die" to this dream, this ceaseless flow of images which fallen man regards as normal, everyday state of his consciousness.
When we are mired in the relative world, never lifting our gaze to the mystery, our life is stunted, incomplete; we are filled with yearning for that paradise that is lost when, as young children, we replace it with words and ideas and abstractions -- such as merit, such as past, present, and future -- our direct, spontaneous experience of the thing itself, in the beauty and precision of this present moment.
Everyone in your culture knows this. Man was born to turn the world into paradise, but tragically he was born flawed. And so his paradise has always been spoiled by stupidty, greed, destructiveness, and shortsightedness.
Paradise was always over there, a day's sail away. But it's a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.
I wish neither to possess nor to be possessed. I no longer covet 'paradise'. More important, I no longer fear 'hell'.
The medicine for my suffering I had within me from the very beginning but I did not take it. My ailment came from within myself, but I did not observe it, until this moment. Now I see that I will never find the light unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel, consuming myself.
Just past hell lies paradise. Sometimes we have to remind ourselves of that.
Nature allowed only the fit and the lucky to share this paradise-in-the-making.
Paradise has never been about places. It exists in moments. In connection. In flashes across time.
Chirpy greens, free thoughts, a paper, a pen and a crazy mind; Authors' paradise.
For Nietzsche, woman was God's second mistake. But what then is the first? I don't know, even if I believed in the God of Abraham and Abrahamic religions, it would be a bit difficult for me to answer it. However, based on the religious scriptures, one can assume that God was a bit disappointed with his masterpiece -- Adam, realised that life in Paradise seems a bit incomplete, uninteresting for him, he cannot find the meaning of his life, therefore God decided to correct his mistake by creating Eve to be Adam's love. As a result, with the help of Eve, eating fruit from the forbidden tree in Paradise, both of them had to abandon there. However, God couldn't do anything, because he had already made his second mistake -- he created such a charming and deceitful being for Adam's mind. Perhaps, this is just the creation myth of Abrahamic religions, nevertheless, I am convinced that the woman is a charming and deceitful being for male mind.
It had been a dream, and dreams lie. Dreams cannot be trusted. Dreams lure you in with promises of your heart's desire, of everything you hope for, of fantasy and fiction made flesh. And then as soon as you reach for paradise, they turn and crush you.
One cannot create paradise without maintaining hell.
In this way, without understanding how, I entered sleep together with Christ's passion and the nightingales' warbling, just as the soul will enter Paradise.
Let me inside your soul. Inside that abandoned paradise. And let me walk on that road to your heart. Let me see through that window you hold inside. Through which I can stare into space, where the waves of oceans, filled with stars are hitting the shores of galaxies. I will seize everything that I see with my words. And I promise you, I will make you immortal.
She was an abandoned paradise. Wrecked and scary. The silence she held around her pierced even the darkest nights and the toughest hearts. But the moment you entered inside, she was utterly beautiful. She had the stars hanging from the roof with her dreams spilt all over the floor. The realms she ruled had no boundaries and walking through her was always bliss.
Healing a broken heart can open a heavenly door to the paradise.
If we all did what we should, we would wake to find ourselves in paradise.
Flowers are the remnants of paradise on earth.
Peace, a fireplace, books, silence ... Before this was seen as one philistinism. Now these are dreams of a lost paradise.
Whom hast thou then, or what, to accuse,
but heaven's free love dealt equally t'all?
God has given us a world that nothing but our own folly keeps from being a paradise.
Every paradise is made possible by blindness.
Wilderness is the void that we fill with paradise or prison, heaven or hell. A valley we can flow through or struggle against. Maybe one day I would learn how to live in the in-between place called home.
Alone, I rifle streamers through pockets
deep enough to hold fish large as memory. With others, I will wade waist-deep all day, for the small paradise of watching someone run their fingers along the belly of what was once impossible to touch. And release everything back.
We only enter paradise through a door we open for ourselves.
The earth is neither fabulous nor paradisal. And therefore it is not hell.
It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth. To reach paradise, man must pass through inferno.
When I am a good host, I can order the world precisely as I believe it ought to be. It is a world that I have created in my mind and in my own image, and it gladdens me profoundly to see it unfold without original sin, without expulsions and floods and disobedience and illness. When I am a good guest, I have returned to Eden, where everything I need is provided for me, including companionship and a benevolent deity at my shoulder serving me and protecting me. The concept of paradise may be backward-looking but the concept of heaven is anticipatory. Perhaps this is what heaven will be like? A great table of oak worn smooth with age and candle wax; a dimly lit room, a quartet of angels playing Sarah Vaughan in the corner; this blissful throb of quiet, intelligent conversation; bubbling pots and aromatic stews that no one seems to have worked to prepare; and you -- you have nothing to worry about, not now, not here, not for all eternity. Leave it all behind at the threshold, forget everything, for here in heaven, you are my guest.
"Is this Paradise?''
"I can guarantee you that it isn't," Jubal assured him. "My taxes are due this week."
The Expulsion from Paradise is eternal in its principal aspect: this makes it irrevocable, and our living in this world inevitable, but the eternal nature of the process has the effect that not only could we remain forever in Paradise, but that we are currently there, whether we know it or not.
Paradise does not exist, but we must nonetheless strive to be worthy of it.
Wherever you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil, because evil loves paradise as much as good.
By having good memories on every place you just visit,
you are building paradise in your own heart and your life.
Why can't these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women.
It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.
A book of verses underneath the bough
A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou Beside me singing in the wilderness And wilderness is paradise now.
Even paradise could become a prison if one had enough time to take notice of the walls.
The true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.
The path to paradise begins in hell.
You deal with mythological stuff for a few years, you learn that paradises are usually places where you get killed.
The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.
Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
We have our brush and colors -- paint Paradise and in we go.
Your souls are precious and can only be equal to the price of Paradise, therefore sell them only at that price.
Grant me paradise in this world; I'm not so sure I'll reach it in the next.
Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.
To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.
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.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
Simplicity brings back the joys of Paradise. Not that we have pure pleasure without a moment's suffering, but when we are surrendered to God, we are not grasping for pleasure, and even our troubles are received with thanksgiving. This inner harmony, and this deliverance from fear and the tormenting desires of self, create a satisfaction in the soul which is above all the intoxicating joys of this world put together.
Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, and paradise is when you have none.
The paradise of the rich is made out of the hell of the poor.
A good conscience is paradise.
Paradises an only be made with our own hands, with our own creativity in harmony with the free creativity of nature.
Gentleness and kindness will make our homes a paradise upon earth.
If I am happy inside, then I live in paradise no matter where my residence is.
Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.
And all I do is look into your eyes
For that special touch of paradise.
Paradise is here or nowhere: you must take your joy with you or you will never find it.
Paradise is not the place you go when you die. Paradise is when your mind is in a perfect state.
Create a paradise anywhere you go.
We all know how we can be turned around by a magic place; that's why we travel, often. And yet we all know, too, that the change cannot be guaranteed. Travel is a fool's paradise, Emerson reminded us, if we think that we can find anything far off that we could not find at home.
There has been no persecution I have not tasted, no oppression I have not suffered. I neither care for Paradise nor fear Hell. If I see my nation's belief secured, I will not even care about burning in Hell, for while my body is burning, my heart will be as if in a rose garden.
To escape and sit quietly on the beach -- that's my idea of paradise.
How ironic it is then, to realize how many of we humans are masochists! That even when we are placed in paradise, the majority of us would, by choice, focus on everything outside the present moment and make ourselves suffer by thinking about Dis-Ease! Too many of us would dwell on a past that no longer exists while everything in the present moment is wonderful. What great paradoxes we as humans are capable of!
Every time I close my eyes, it's like a dark paradise. No one compares to you, but there's no you, except in my dreams tonight.
A single word can brighten the face
of one who knows the value of words. Ripened in silence, a single word acquires a great energy for work. War is cut short by a word, and a word heals the wounds, and there's a word that changes poison into butter and honey. Let a word mature inside yourself. Withhold the unripened thought. Come and understand the kind of word that reduces money and riches to dust. Know when to speak a word and when not to speak at all. A single word turns the universe of hell into eight paradises. Follow the Way. Don't be fooled by what you already know. Be watchful. Reflect before you speak. A foolish mouth can brand your soul. Yunus, say one last thing about the power of words -- Only the word "I" divides me from God.
Whatever happens to you, don't fall in despair. Even if all the doors are closed, a secret path will be there for you that no one knows. You can't see it yet but so many paradises are at the end of this path...Be grateful! It is easy to thank after obtaining what you want, thank before having what you want.
Jealousy is the dragon in paradise; the hell of heaven; and the most bitter of the emotions because it is associated with the sweetest.
Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power. What pure power means you will understand presently. We are different from the oligarchies of the past in that we know what we are doing. All the others, even those who resembled ourselves, were cowards and hypocrites. The German Nazis and the Russian Communists came very close to us in their methods, but they never had the courage to recognize their own motives. They pretended, perhaps they even believed, that they had seized power unwillingly and for a limited time, and that just around the corner there lay a paradise where human beings would be free and equal. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.
It is so simple and easy to hate and so grueling and hard to love, when the emotional "love forever"- revelation has become a crumbling "love never, ever again"- crack-up. There is no route back to a paradise lost, when the bonds of trust have, irrevocably, been blasted. ("Another empty room").
To each his suff'rings; all are men, Condemn'd alike to groan,- The tender for another's pain, Th' unfeeling for his own. Yet ah! why should they know their fate, Since sorrow never comes too late, And happiness too swiftly flies? Thought would destroy their paradise. No more; where ignorance is bliss, 'T is folly to be wise.
Paradise is open to all kind hearts.
Paradise is too perfect for humanity.
Much better an intelligent hell than a stupid paradise.
The bird of paradise alights only upon the hand that does not grasp.
I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.
Postulating a heaven gives man an out for having been unable to retain the paradise he was given here on earth.
If we could make our house a home, and then make it a sanctuary, I think we could truly find paradise on Earth.
It is better to have your head in the clouds, and know where you are... than to breathe the clearer atmosphere below them, and think that you are in paradise.
When she was just a girl she expected the world
But it flew away from her reach So she ran away in her sleep and dreamed of Para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise, para-para-paradise Every time she closed her eyes.
See the wretch that long has tost
On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again: The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are open paradise.
We have the technology to build a global paradise on earth, and at the same time, we have the power to end life as we know it. I am a futurist. I cannot predict the actual future -- only what it can be if we manage the earth and its resources intelligently.
If there were in the world today any large number of people who desired their own happiness more than they desired the unhappiness of others, we could have a paradise in a few years.
By the practice of meditation, you will find that you are carrying within your heart a portable paradise.
Children are the keys of paradise.
Children are the keys of Paradise. They alone are good and wise, because their thoughts, their very lives are prayer.
He who indulges in falsehood will find the paths of paradise shut to him.
The heart of man is, so to speak, the paradise of God.
There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.
I think we are living in paradise with regards to the ways we can amuse ourselves, communicate. We have such a richness of possibilities.
Make your paradise here on earth, your own little paradise.
Paradise is not a garden of bliss and changeless perfection where the lions lie down like lambs (what would they eat?) and the angels and cherubim and seraphim rotate in endless idiotic circles, like clockwork, about an equally inane and ludicrous -- however roseate -- unmoved mover. That particular painted fantasy of a realm beyond time and space which Aristotle and the church fathers tried to palm off on us has met, in modern times, only neglect and indifference passing on into oblivion it so richly deserved, while the paradise of which I write and wish to praise is with us yet, the here and now, the actual, tangible, dogmatically real earth on which we stand.