Quotes
Quotes about Paradise
This royal throne of kings, this sceptred isle,
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars,
This other Eden, demi-paradise,
This fortress built by Nature for herself
Against infection and the hand of war,
This happy breed of men, this little world,
This precious stone set in the silver sea,
Which serves it in the office of a wall
Or as a moat defensive to a house,
Against the envy of less happier lands,--
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this England.
The weariest and most loathed worldly life
That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment
Can lay on nature, is a paradise
To what we fear of death.
England is a paradise for women and hell for horses; Italy a paradise for horses, hell for women, as the diverb goes.
Since call'd
The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.
Flowers worthy of paradise.
Must I thus leave thee, Paradise?--thus leave
Thee, native soil, these happy walks and shades?
Note 75.Human face divine.--John Milton: Paradise Lost, book iii. line 44.
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.
The meanest floweret of the vale,
The simplest note that swells the gale,
The common sun, the air, the skies,
To him are opening paradise.
Domestic happiness, thou only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall!
In this fool's paradise he drank delight.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound,
How beautiful beyond compare
Will paradise be found!
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
'T is sweet, as year by year we lose
Friends out of sight, in faith to muse
How grows in Paradise our store.
But when the sun in all his state
Illumed the eastern skies,
She passed through Glory's morning-gate,
And walked in Paradise.
O Paradise! O Paradise!
Who doth not crave for rest?
Who would not seek the happy land
Where they that love are blest?
With dreamful eyes
My spirit lies
Under the walls of Paradise.
Who knows but on their sleep may rise
Such light as never heaven let through
To lighten earth from Paradise?
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies
Between the pain of hell and paradise!
There is a garden in her face,
Where roses and white lilies show;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow.
There cherries hang that none may buy,
Till cherry ripe themselves do cry.
Unto you is paradise opened.
Paradise of fools; Fool's paradise.
Spiritual, surely. Paradise regained.
Consider well the proportions of things. It is better to be a young June bug than an old bird of paradise.
Traveling is a fool's paradise... I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there besides me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.
