Paradise Quotes
Cheeseburger is paradise. Heaven on earth with an onion slice. Not too particular, not too precise. I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise. I like mine with lettuce and tomato, Heinz Fifty-seven and French fried potatoes. Big kosher pickle and a cold draft beer. Well, good God Almighty, which way do I steer? For my cheeseburger in paradise.
James William
I have always imagined that paradise will be a kind of library.
Jorge Luis Borges
Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh just, subtle, and mighty opium!
Thomas de Quincey
Your grand-father taught me the politics of pride, your grandmother taught me the politics of poverty. I am beholden to both for the fine synthesis. To you, my darling daughter, I give only one message. It is the message of the morrow, the message of history. Believe only in the people, work only for their emancipation and equality. The paradise of God lies under the feet of your mother. The paradise of politics lies under the feet of the people.
Zulfikar Ali Bhutto
Our memories are the only paradise from which we can never be expelled.
Jean Paul Richter
Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment, can be confused with paradise.
Henry Mitchell
HOURI, n. A comely female inhabiting the Mohammedan Paradise to make things cheery for the good Mussulman, whose belief in her existence marks a noble discontent with his earthly spouse, whom he denies a soul. By that good lady the Houris are said to be held in deficient esteem.
Ambrose Bierce
For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Almost any garden, if you see it at just the right moment, can be confused with paradise.
Henry Mitchell
The many great gardens of the world, of literature and poetry, of painting and music, of religion and architecture, all make the point as clear as possible: The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden. If you don't want paradise, you are not human; and if you are not human, you don't have a soul
Thomas Moore
Patience is the key to paradise
Turkish Proverb
Ah, wasteful woman, she who may On her sweet self set her own price, Knowing man cannot choose but pay, How has she cheapened paradise; How given for nought her priceless gift, How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine, Which, spent with due respective thrift, Had made brutes men and men divine.
Coventry Patmore
