Paradise Lost Book 2 Quotes

Paradise Lost Book 2 Quotes by John Milton and many others.

Abash'd the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.

Abash’d the Devil stood, And felt how awful goodness is.
John Milton
‘Paradise Lost’ is one of the books which the reader admires and lays down, and forgets to take up again. None ever wished it longer than it is.
John Milton
The strongest and the fiercest spirit That fought in heaven, now fiercer by despair.
John Milton
Meanwhile the Adversary of God and man, Satan with thoughts inflamed of highest design, Puts on swift wings, and towards the gates of hell Explores his solitary flight.
John Milton
Long is the way and hard, that out of hell leads up to light.
John Milton
Oh, shame to men! devil with devil damn’d Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational.
John Milton
Better to reign in hell than serve in heav’n.
John Milton
Knowledge forbidden? Suspicious, reasonless. Why should their Lord Envy them that? Can it be a sin to know? Can it be death?
John Milton
Never can true reconcilement grow where wounds of deadly hate have pierced so deep.
John Milton
Arm the obdured breast with stubborn patience as with triple steel.
John Milton
God is thy law, thou mine: to know no more Is woman’s happiest knowledge and her praise. With thee conversing I forget all time.
John Milton
And that must end us, that must be our cure: To be no more. Sad cure! For who would lose, Though full of pain, this intellectual being, Those thoughts that wander through eternity, To perish, rather, swallowed up and lost In the wide womb of uncreated night Devoid of sense and motion?
John Milton
Be lowly wise: Think only what concerns thee and thy being.
John Milton
With ruin upon ruin, rout on rout, Confusion worse confounded.
John Milton
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to they grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale.
John Milton
On a sudden open fly With impetuous recoil and jarring sound Th’ infernal doors, and on their hinges grate Harsh thunder.
John Milton
This horror will grow mild, this darkness light.
John Milton