Quotes About Ecstasy

Hay un éxtasis que marca el punto culminante de la vida, y más allá del cuál la vida no puede elevarse.

Hay un éxtasis que señala la cúspide de la vida y por encima del cual no puede elevarse esta. Y lo paradójico de la vida es que este éxtasis cuando uno esta más vivo y se olvida absolutamente de que lo está. Este éxtasis, este olvido de la existencia, se produce en el artista, atrapándolo y sacándolo de si en una llama de pasión; se produce en el soldado, ebrio de guerra en un campo desolado cuando lucha sin cuartel

It will get better --- I promise you. Would it? Would she ever shudder and tremble and stiffen with the ecstasy she had felt? It didn't matter. All that mattered was Lyon, to hold him in her arms, to please him --- to know that she could feel love, that this remarkable man wanted her body against his...

There are no words and there is no singing, but the music has a voice. It is an old voice and a deep voice, like the stump of a sweet cigar or a shoe with a hole. It is a voice that has lived and lives, with sorrow and shame, ecstasy and bliss, joy and pain, redemption and damnation. It is a voice with love and without love. I like the voice, and though I can't talk to it, I like the way it talks to me. It says it is all the same, Young Man. Take it and let it be.

Before garden, vine or grape was in the world, " writes one, "our soul was drunken with immortal wine.

Man must speak, then sing, then dance. The speaking is the brain, the thinking man. The singing is the emotion. The dancing is the Dionysian ecstasy which carries away all.

Man thrives where angels would die of ecstasy and where pigs would die of disgust.

The man in ecstasy and the man drowning - both throw up their arms. The first to signify harmony, the second to signify strife with the elements.

Se aferró durante el orgasmo a la humedad del cuerpo de Albertina y sintió que la vulva abierta de la muchacha la succionaba. Después

Between the sheets he is a monarch, a very god.

I prefer the monotony of obscure sacrifices to all ecstasies. To pick up a pin for love can convert a soul.

As the arrangements of life no longer allow time for pleasure conscious of itself, replacing it by the performance of physiological functions, de-inhibited sex is itself de-sexualized. Really, they no longer want ecstasy at all, but merely compensation for an outlay that, best of all, they would like to save as superfluous.

Meanwhile, as the party ascended to ever dizzier alcoholic altitudes...

And if any have been so happy as truly to understand Christian annihilation, extasis, exolution, liquefaction, transformation, the kisse of the Spouse, gustation of God, and ingression into the divine shadow, they have already had an handsome anticipation of heaven; the glory of the world is surely over, and the earth in ashes unto them.

O, what a heaven is love, O, what a hell

I feel like I'm on cloud nine right now.

I have no doubt that for some to become a Christian may involve an experience of ecstasy. Yet I do not think such an experience is necessary for someone to be a Christian.

Talán mi túl magas lángon éljük az életünket, mi, akik egész nap érzelmes dolgokat szívunk magunkba, és emiatt aztán soha nem tudjuk egyszer?en csak elégedettnek érezni magunkat: az kell, hogy vagy boldogtalanok legyünk, vagy eksztatikusan, észveszejtÅ'en boldogok, márpedig ezeket az érzelmi állapotokat nehéz elérni egy stabil, nyugodt kapcsolaton belül.

Yes, she was thrilled to find Regan so content.

In the three minutes it takes the song to play I'm caught in a magic world of harmony and joy, a truly ecstatic joy, where the aching longing to be somewhere else, out of this city, out of this country, out of this body and out of this life, is kept at bay.

I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut hosing orgasm.

El oxígeno te coloca.

It was heaven, but with sex and booze and God's complete permission.

For sure, even the worst blow job is better than, say, sniffing the best rose . . . watching the greatest sunset. Hearing children laugh. I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a hot-gushing, butt-cramping, gut-hosing orgasm. Painting a picture, composing an opera, that's just something you do until you find the next willing piece of ass.