“What are you afraid of?
I'm afraid of not recognizing Paradise.”
Source: The Brutal Telling
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“I'm not sayin' she's a bragger, but if you've been to Paradise, she's got a season ticket.”
Shirley, page 37.
Source: Shirley Valentine (1986)

“Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm going to shine.”
"Estimated Prophet" on the Grateful Dead album Terrapin Station (1977); lyrics by Barlow http://artsites.ucsc.edu/GDead/agdl/estimate.html, music by Bob Weir · Grateful Dead performance at Capitol Theatre, Passaic, NJ (27 April 1977) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-WAK2vihBdw · JFK Stadium, Philadelphia, PA (7 July 1989) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CR5iB3ITGIU
Context: p>My time coming, any day, don't worry about me, no
Been so long I felt this way, I'm in no hurry, no.
Rainbows end down that highway where ocean breezes blow
My time coming, voices saying, they tell me where to go.
Don't worry 'bout me, no no, don't worry 'bout me, no
And I'm in no hurry, no no no, I know where to go. California, preaching on the burning shore
California, I'll be knocking on the golden door
Like an angel, standing in a shaft of light
Rising up to paradise, I know I'm going to shine.</p

“Hell is where you are and Paradise where you are not.”
Source: The Sayings and Teachings of the Great Mystics of Islam (2004), p. 96

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Light (1919), Ch. XXIII - Face To Face
Context: There is nothing between the paradise dreamed of and the paradise lost. There is nothing, since we always want what we have not got. We hope, and then we regret. We hope for the future, and then we turn to the past, and then we begin slowly and desperately to hope for the past! The two most violent and abiding feelings, hope and regret, both lean upon nothing. To ask, to ask, to have not! Humanity is exactly the same thing as poverty. Happiness has not the time to live; we have not really the time to profit by what we are. Happiness, that thing which never is — and which yet, for one day, is no longer!