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175 Heavenly Quotes About Paradise

Ah, paradise. Or bliss, heaven, utopia, wonderland, Arcadia, Eden, Shangri-la, Avalon, Zion, ultimate delight, felicity, the Promised Land, Cloud Nine, the divine abode, the happy hunting ground, the heavenly kingdom, the kingdom come, next world, paradisiac, Oh Pearly Gates, Elysium, the Elysian Fields, or the Garden of Eden. Potentially lost, potentially to be found. Whatever name you give the concept, humankind has spent much thought and effort in our quest for "Paradise."

Here we present a large collection of paradise quotes for you to ponder and share. We hope you enjoy them!

The thing about paradise, though, is we don't always recognize it immediately. Its paradiseness takes time to sink in.

I know paradise has many gates, just as hell does. One has to learn to distinguish between them, or one is lost.

Healing a broken heart
Can open a heavenly door
To the paradise.

Every beloved object is the center point of a paradise.

This earth will be a paradise when men can, upon all these questions differ, and yet grasp each other's hands as friends.

Hell is where everyone is doing his own thing. Paradise is where everyone is doing God's thing.

We'll find paradise together, whatever form that might take.

Make your paradise here on earth, your own little paradise.

There is a kind of serenity in love which is almost a paradise.

The heart of man is, so to speak, the paradise of God.

He who indulges in falsehood will find the paths of paradise shut to him.

Postulating a heaven gives man an out for having been unable to retain the paradise he was given here on earth.

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.

Much better an intelligent hell than a stupid 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.

Paradise has never been about places. It exists in moments. In connection. In flashes across time.

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.

The only true paradises are the paradises that we have lost.

Chirpy greens, free thoughts, a paper, a pen and a crazy mind; Authors' paradise.

Every day I sit and watch random people holding the wands with the power that can turn the world either into a graveyard or into a paradise and yet roam around without believing in the magic that it possesses. And in the end, they throw it into the stash and burn it like it is nothing.

Every object that is loved forms the center of a paradise.

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.

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.

One cannot create paradise without maintaining hell.

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."

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.

She was his Eve. He was her fall. He'd make the leaves of her trees blush, then he'd undress them all.

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.

Healing a broken heart can open a heavenly door to the paradise.

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?

Paradise is not some kind of enchanted land filled with flowers and music. It is not some kind of spiritual Disneyland. Paradise is our primordial pure consciousness, which is free of all limitations but embodies the infinity of the divine.

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.

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.

The Fantasy is a reassurance -- a promise that the peace of Paradise... is not to be lost.

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.

If your head is in the shade of love then surely your feet are in paradise.

Mankind must worship God to attain righteousness and the spiritual status necessary to enter paradise. This means human beings have to comprehend that worship is as indispensable as eating and breathing -- and not a favour they are doing for God.

Every paradise is made possible by blindness.

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.

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.

Men will sacrifice their lives to bring about a better world--whatever that may mean--but they will not budge an inch to attain paradise. Nor will they struggle to create a bit of paradise in the hell they find themselves.

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.

We only enter paradise through a door we open for ourselves.

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.

The earth is neither fabulous nor paradisal. And therefore it is not hell.

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.

It has always been this way. Death is followed by birth. To reach paradise, man must pass through inferno.

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.

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 is a world where everything is a sanctuary and nothing is a gun.

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.

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.

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.

The mind is a universe and can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.

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.

That's right, there's free beer in Irish paradise. Everyone's jealous.

A fool's paradise is a wise man's hell.

Longer Version:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave a paradise for a sect.

We are equal inhabitants of a paradise of individuals in which everybody has the right to be understood.

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.

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

The academy is not paradise. But learning is a place where paradise can be created.

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.

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.

Longer Version:

Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent.

Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, and paradise is when you have none.

Longer Version:

Utility is when you have one telephone, luxury is when you have two, opulence is when you have three -- and paradise is when you have none.

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.

Longer Version:

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.

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