paradise - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
My paradise is you. It's always been you. You made me breathe when I didn't want to, and you unlocked doors inside of me that I tried to keep shut. You haven't left my mind once since I first met you. All I know is that if heaven is real, heaven is you.
I never understood "forever" until I fell in love with you. I thought it a hollow promise, more scary than inviting. What was "forever," who would I spend it with? Then came you, someone I could never get enough of, never tire of, always need to be around. Then I wanted paradise, heaven, utopia; I wanted a place I'd never loose you, wherever that may be. I don't care if we're rich, only that we have health, comfort, each other. Were I ever to get to a paradise and not find you there, it would be hell. I cannot be a flower without roots and I'm rooted to your soul.
I can only be in paradise with those I love, otherwise what good would it be? I have to know my loved ones are safe if I am to be happy also. To loose one of them, any one of them, would be torture beyond measure. So please, my loved one, say you'll come to paradise with me. Say that I haven't pushed you too far and asked too much. I feel you slipping, falling, your soul adrift as if you have no anchor at all. Paradise is being together, having the opportunity to give and receive love. So please, please, say you'll be there too...
It's so hard to think of paradise when you don't feel like you've earned it. I know you say I have but still it's hard to accept; I never expected to make the grade. I'll always fight for the light, for the right side, for your side, for love. I'll always listen to your words of peace and harmony. I feel the inner core you made for me, perfect love in every way, and when I compare it to my exterior I see all the flaws, the errors. You say they aren't errors at all, that my knowledge is still incomplete and I hear you. I dream that you'll find a way to bring me to a paradise with you and those I love. I'd forgive anyone anything if they faced their inner demons and committed to positive change, yet for myself there is no such luxury.
Paradise is riding a bike on an autumn trail, the light playing peek-a-boo through the moving leaves. Paradise is lying next to my soulmate, feeling the warmth of his body. Paradise is cuddling my child and soothing them with my words. It isn't eternal but I love it. It's the miracle of life and I'll treasure it while I can.
When Amanda opened her eyes again, they were the eyes of a young woman. Her aches and pains had vanished. Her limbs moved with the grace of a ballet dancer and she sang out for joy. For there was her family! She should have known that heaven was out of time, there would be no waiting! She dove into their arms and asked them about their lives and loves. They introduced her to the grandchildren she had never met and they talked and laughed for time out of mind.
When Carlos awoke he was in a meadow. The temperature was an ambient twenty-five degrees or so and the flower-perfumed air was alive with the song of birds. He could hear a gentle tinkle and splash nearby, and when he sat up he could see that he was near a large stream of perfectly clear water running over a rocky bed. On closer inspection he noticed that the river was teaming with plump silver fish and there were signs of otters burrowing in the soft earth banks. When he looked to the sky he saw two suns, one larger and more yellow than the other. He was evidently on some kind of paradise alien world, or maybe it was all a dream. Then from across the tall grass he heard a call, his brother! There were others with him too!
"...So they paved paradise
And put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel
And a swinging night spot.
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone
They paved paradise
Put up a parking lot..."