A Quote by Paulo Coelho

God hides the fires of hell within paradise. — © Paulo Coelho
God hides the fires of hell within paradise.
In this life there is no purgatory; it is either hell or paradise; for to him who serves God truly, every trouble and infirmity turns into consolations, and through all kinds of trouble he has a paradise within himself even in this world: and he who does not serve God truly, and gives himself up to sensuality, has one hell in this world, and another in the next.
Paradise is surrounded by what we dislike; the fires of hell are surrounded by what we desire.
The way to paradise is an uphill climb whereas hell is downhill. Hence, there is a struggle to get to paradise and not to hell.
O God! if I worship Thee in fear of Hell, burn me in Hell; and if I worship Thee in hope of Paradise, exclude me from Paradise; but if I worship Thee for Thine own sake, withhold not thine everlasting beauty.
For me, Iran was paradise, and I believe it's a paradise still, but only if you don't have political problems. If you have a political problem, paradise turns into hell.
I still dwelled deep in my elected paradise--a paradise whose skies were the color of hell-flames--but still a paradise.
Santa Barbara is a paradise; Disneyland is a paradise; the U.S. is a paradise. Paradise is just paradise. Mournful, monotonous, and superficial though it may be, it is paradise. There is no other.
Paradise is within you, in your state of no-mind. And hell is also within you, in your very mind.
Say what you want about it, Hell is story-friendly... The mechanisms of hell are nicely attuned to the mechanisms of narrative. Not so the pleasures of Paradise. Paradise is not a story. It's about what happens when the stories are over.
God, in his infinite wisdom, hid Hell in he middle of Paradise, to keep us on our toes.
God, what is all this talk put out by the popes? Paradise is here, my good man. God, give me no other paradise!
Through clever and constant application of propaganda, people can be made to see paradise as hell, and also the other way round, to consider the most wretched sort of life as paradise.
I don't know if paradise or hell exist, but I'm sure hell is more groovy.
Then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A Paradise within thee, happier far.
Most of God's people are contented to be saved from the hell that is without; they are not so anxious to be saved from the hell that is within.
My mother always said that the strongest steel is forged by the fires of hell. That which doesn't kill us doesn't have to make us bitter, unless we let it. Those fires show us what we can survive and clear the field for new growth. For a better harvest.
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