I look up at the ceiling, tracing the foliage of the wreath. Today it makes me think of a hat, the large-brimmed hats women used to wear at some period during the old days: hats like enormous halos, festooned with fruit and flowers, and the feathers of exotic birds; hats like an idea of paradise, floating just above the head, a thought solidified.
You should paint those visions of paradise rather than just talking about them.
In Paradise there are things which no eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no human mind has thought of.
In Paradise there are no stories, because there are no journeys.
When I'm wandering around the Himalayas, most of the people that I see are Westerners from Germany, California, or the Netherlands, who are wearing sandals, Indian smocks, and are in search of enlightenment, antiquity, peace, and all the things they can't get in the west. Most of the people they meet are Nepali villagers in Lee jeans, Reeboks, and Madonna T-shirts who are looking for the paradise that they associate with Los Angeles - a paradise of material prosperity and abundance.
The problem with paradise is that it's temporary: You don't belong here and the neighbors are nobody you care to know, so it's only blissful for a week or so.
Paradise is for those who make paradise.
Paradises an only be made with our own hands, with our own creativity in harmony with the free creativity of nature.
The advice nearest to my heart and deepest in my convictions is that the union of the states be cherished and perpetuated. Let the open enemy to it be regarded as a Pandora with her box opened, and the disguised one as the serpent creeping with his deadly wiles into paradise.
If you don't keep the eyes of your heart focused on the paradise that is to come, you will try to turn this poor fallen world into the paradise it will never be.
Having mourned your sin, for outward Eden lost, find paradise within.
I had a definite sense of somehow being a passenger in an evil vehicle crusing through Paradise.
Man started out on the wrong foot. The misadventure in paradise was the first consequence. The rest had to follow.
Yo, que me figuraba el Paraíso Bajo la especie de una biblioteca. I have always imagined Paradise as a kind of library.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
Contentment is the greatest door that one enters to Allah, it is the source of tranquility for the worshiper and paradise on earth. Whoever does not enter it will not enter the Paradise in the Hereafter.
The rich's paradise was created by the poor's hell.
Miami’s like paradise. And I think the beaches are topless. So we’re gonna spend a lot of time at the beach.
It is possible I never learned the names of birds in order to discover the bird of peace, the bird of paradise, the bird of the soul, the bird of desire. It is possible I avoided learning the names of composers and their music the better to close my eyes and listen to the mystery of all music as an ocean. It may be I have not learned dates in history in order to reach the essence of timelessness. It may be I never learned geography the better to map my own routes and discover my own lands. The unknown was my compass. The unknown was my encyclopedia. The unnamed was my science and progress.
A chaste generation would restore Paradise.