Quotes
Quotes about Paradise
But wherefore thou alone? Wherefore with theeCame not all hell broke loose? Is pain to themLess pain, less to be fled, or thou than theyLess hardy to endure? Courageous chief,The first in flight from pain, hadst thou allegedTo thy deserted host this cause of flight,Thou surely hadst not come sole fugitive. - Paradise Lost.
Here at lastWe shall be free;the Almighty hath not builtHere for his envy, will not drive us hence:Here we may reign secure, and in my choiceTo reign is worth ambition though in Hell:Better to reign in Hell, than serve in Heaven. - Paradise Lost.
When the waves are round me breaking,As I pace the deck alone,And my eye in vain is seekingSome green leaf to rest upon;What would not I give to wanderWhere my old companions dwell?Absence makes the heart grow fonder,Isle of Beauty, fare thee well! - Paradise Lost.
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,'Tis folly to be wise. - Ode on a Distant Prospect of Eton College.
Accuse not nature, she hath done her part;Do thou but thine, and be not diffidentOf wisdom, she deserts thee not, if thouDismiss not her, when most thou needest her nigh,By attributing overmuch to thingsLess excellent, as thou thyself perceivest. - Paradise Lost.
Recollection is the only paradise from which we cannot be turned out.
A thousand year a poor man watched Before the gate of Paradise: But while one little nap he snatched, It oped and shut. Ah! was he wise?
Ah, to think how thin the veil that lies Between the pain of hell and Paradise.
In the nine heavens are eight Paradises; Where is the ninth one? In the human breast. Only the blessed dwell in th' Paradises, But blessedness dwells in the human breast.
It is for you that paradise is opened, the tree of life is planted, the age to come is prepared, plenty is provided, a city is built, rest is appointed, goodness is established and wisdom perfected beforehand.
Or were I in the wildest waste, Sae bleak and bare, sae bleak and bare, The desert were a paradise If thou wert there, if thou were there.
In this fool's paradise, he drank delight.
Nor count compartments of the floors, But mount to paradise By the stairway of surprise.
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.
Dry your eyes--O dry your eyes, For I was taught in Paradise To ease my breast of melodies.
A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, A Loaf of Bread, and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness-- On, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
A limbo large and broad, since call'd The Paradise of Fools to few unknown.
So on he fares, and to the border comes, Of Eden, where delicious Paradise, Now nearer, crowns with her enclosure green, As with a rural mound, the champain head Of a steep wilderness.
The loves that meet in Paradise shall cast out fear, And Paradise hath room for you and me and all.
There is no expeditious road To pack and label men for God, And save them by the barrel-load. Some may perchance, with strange surprise, Have blundered into Paradise.
Be such a man, and live such a life, that if every man were such as you, and every life a life like yours, this earth would be God's Paradise.
He who has gold makes and accomplishes whatever he wishes in the world and finally uses it to send souls to paradise.
I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library.
If one cannot catch the bird of paradise, better take a wet hen.
It is a curious thing that every creed promises a paradise which will be absolutely uninhabitable for anyone of civilised taste.
