Paradise Quotes - Page 8

Men are prisoners of their genitalia and women are the keepers of the keys to paradise.

If I am happy inside, then I live in paradise no matter where my residence is.

Sole reigning holds the tyranny of Heav'n.

Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell.

Not to know me argues yourselves unknown.

The only difference between the Adamic man and the man of today is that the one was born to Paradise and the other has to create it.

The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine.

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.

A marvel that has nothing to offer, democracy is at once a nation's paradise and its tomb.

If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.

This is the time. This is the place. This is the vastness. Right here is paradise. Always. Always.

Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?

Man hovers between Paradise and the Pit.

He who makes a paradise of his bread makes a hell of his hunger.

What you see at the Field Museum is only like, 10 percent of the collection. It's birds of paradise and passenger pigeons and in all these drawers that pull out, these specimens come out and it's spectacular. And it worked out.

The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures...This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a fleeting paradise.

Critics don't really affect the fact that we live in this paradise and what the meaning of that [is]. And what luck to have this!

Paradise is where I am

To hope for Paradise is to live in Paradise, a very different thing from actually getting there.

It's been mentioned or suggested that Paradise will not be well studied, because it's about this unimportant intellectual topic, which is religion.

Certainly Adam in Paradise had not more sweet and curious apprehensions of the world, than I when I was a child.

Where we are would be Paradise to me, if you would only make it so.

The meanest flowret of the vale, / The simplest note that swells the gale, / The common sun, the air, and skies, / To him are opening paradise.

Pity that the only way to paradise is in a hearse.

I went to the Paradise Restaurant on 49th Street and Broadway which was where they were playing, and I sat in.