Quotes About Ecstasy

It seems to me that clients who have moved significantly in therapy live more intimately with their feelings of pain, but also more vividly with their feelings of ecstasy; that anger is more clearly felt, but so also is love; that fear is an experience they know more deeply, but so is courage. And the reason they can thus live fully in a wider range is that they have this underlying confidence in themselves as trustworthy instruments for encountering life.

My job in this life is to give people spiritual ecstasy through music. In my concerts people cry, laugh, dance. If they climaxed spiritually, I did my job. I did it decently and honestly.

And then those dusky lashes fluttered up, revealing a lambent gleam of jungle green. His hands circled her waist and she slowly flexed his hips, a wholly male sound of satisfaction escaping him when her eyes fluttered shut and she gasped. And then a small, secret, feminine smile appeared on her lips and Chase's control snapped like a power line in a high wind. Wrapping her in his arms, he began to pump into her in a slow, relentless rhythm that was both too much and not enough.

And when she cums she screams and she throws a pillow across the room, it goes out the window, over the balcony.

He stopped moving for the space of a heartbeat. He bent his head to her shoulder and rocked his hips, pressing inside her. His hair fell forward around either side of his face, a frame of black, silky where it brushed her collarbone. "I am in paradise." His hips rocked again. She closed her eyes tight. She felt his lips on her cheek and then on her eyelids, placing gentle kisses.

He wasn't physically impotent. So the impotence must lie in his soul. Finding oblivion in a moment's ecstasy was all he could manage.

Q. Why don't the British panic? A. They do, but very quietly. It is impossible for the naked eye to tell their panic from their ecstasy.

I am alive, and drunk on sunlight.

It is said that her cry of anguish and ecstasy left a crack across the face of the moon, but her blood and her soul and her strength and her courage all went into the steel.

The red priestess shuddered. Blood trickled down her thigh, black and smoking. The fire was inside her, an agony, an ecstasy, filling her, searing her, transforming her. Shimmers of heat traced patterns on her skin, insistent as a lover's hand.

The whispers of shared ecstasy are choral.

Our hearts were drunk with a beauty Our eyes could never see.

The verb to be is the vehicle of amorous frenzy.

Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I'm leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We're brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a "questioning" of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.

There is a pleasure sure In being mad, which none but madmen know. Dryden, The Spanish Friar II, i

There is a pleasure sure In being mad, which none but madmen know. – DRYDEN, The Spanish Friar, II

There is a pleasure sure, In being mad, which none but madmen know!

The bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss.

I have cultivated my hysteria with joy and terror.

And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest.

I am afloat on a sea of foaming joy and delight.

I'm inside you." He panted it out as he pushed them both to madness. "Everything I am. Body, heart, mind.

He stroked the cat's neck and sent him into ecstasy.

What you just had is nothing compared to what I want to do to you. I want my head between your legs so I can lick you until you scream my name. Then I want to mount you like an animal and look into your eyes as I come inside you. And after that? I want to take you every way there is. I want to do you from behind. I want to screw you standing up, against the wall. I want you to sit on my hips and ride me until I can't breath. - Rhage to Mary