Quotes About Ecstasy

These are true felicities. No joy beyond these joys. Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps

Never had the sky been more studded with stars and more charming, the trees more trembling, the odor of the grass more penetrating; never had the birds fallen asleep among the leaves with a sweeter noise; never had all the harmonies of universal serenity responded more thoroughly to the inward music of love; never had Marius been more captivated, more happy, more ecstatic.

He caught her, she fell, he caught her in his arms, he held her tightly unconscious of what he was doing. He held her up, though tottering himself. He felt as if his head were filled with smoke; flashes of light slipped through his eyelids; his thoughts vanished; it seemed to him that he was performing a religious act, and that he was committing a profanation. Moreover, he did not feel one passionate desire for this ravishing woman, whose form he felt against his heart. He was lost in love.

At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of raising Cosette's dress above the ankle. Once on a moonlit night, Cosette stopped to pick up something from the ground, her dress loosened and revealed the swelling of her breasts. Marius averted his eyes.

In moments like these, offering up his heart at the hour that night flowers offer up their perfume, lit up like a lamp in the middle of the starry night, full of ecstasy in the middle of the universal radiance of creation, he could not perhaps have said himself what was happening in his spirit; he felt something soar up out of him and something fly down into him. Mysterious exchanges between the bottomless well of the soul and the bottomless well of the universe!

Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment

Love is the only ecstasy, everything else weeps.

Jean Valjean felt his heart melt within him with delight, at all these sparks of a tenderness so exclusive, so wholly satisfied with himself alone. The poor man trembled, inundated with angelic joy; he declared to himself ecstatically that this would last all their lives; he told himself that he really had not suffered sufficiently to merit so radiant a bliss, and he thanked God, in the depths of his soul, for having permitted him to be loved thus, he, a wretch, by that innocent being.

and the goodman beheld this apparition, which had bare feet and a tattered petticoat, running about among the flower-beds distributing life around her. The sound of the watering-pot on the leaves filled Father Mabeuf's soul with ecstasy. It seemed to him that the rhododendron was happy now.

Le ore d'estasi non sono che un minuto.

Unlike our current depictions of the church's relationship to Christ, which are often stoic—emotionless and without poetic imagination—Edwards refuses to hold back: "the soul shall, as it were, all dissolve in love in the arms of the glorious Son of God and breath itself wholly in ecstasies of divine love into his bosom."[5] People are fully alive in heaven, and being fully alive entails being saturated with love:

You're beautiful when you come, Taylor. Better than I ever imagined. I can't wait to see you do it again, but this time while I'm fucking you.

He looked at my body with desire so intense I felt like I was on fire. He teased me with his cock before he thrust inside me in one swift move.

I loved seeing him like this, completely lost in the pleasure I was giving him.

If listeners aren't carried away to Heaven, I'm failing.

He'd had to watch Madrigal die, and he hadn't understood the fervor - the ecstasy - of the crowd. He hadn't understood why the only one who mourned her was the enemy, driven to his knees and bloody from torture.

Knowing what he wanted, he went after it with single-minded intensity, until a hoarse moan ripped from her and she arched toward him, her body jerking with every pass of his tongue. His, at last.

I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawnFalcon, in his ridingOf the rolling level underneath him steady air, and stridingHigh there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wingIn his ecstasy!

I was never one of those who collect many smaller joys to make a larger happiness as though putting together a bouquet of flowers. For me there had to be the one great ecstasy, the perfect happiness, a sun which then poured forth its rays of lesser delights. This sun may be at times clouded over, shrouded in fog, hidden by night; yet I know that it remains there, steadfast—a fixed star and not a wandering planet.

Eros and Thanatos were always the source of his inspiration, even though, from this time on, they usually appear in the guise of two simple and fundamental themes: flowers and women. These themes offered him the greatest opportunity to give a certain permanence to all that can be grasped in passing: an ephemeral sensual joy, the ecstasy of life.

Por lo menos una vez en la vida cada mujer merecía enloquecer de esa manera

To be happy--one must find one's bliss

This is a contour map where I may read With reverence your soul's geography— The heights, the depths, stark valleys of our need, The luminous peaks of love's bright ecstasy. The lines become more lovely with the years...

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise.