Quotes About Ecstasy

Just feel the joy of life.

Life is nothing but a few ecstatic dancing atoms.

Love is the greatest gift of life. Those who give and receive are blessed with the ecstasy of life.

In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.

I write to fill my mind with the ecstasy of life.

Get drunk with love!!

Let your life be joyful, mystical, everlasting blossoms of poetic ecstasy.

Happiness is an indescribable intense ecstasy of life that comes from deep love and kindness for the world and all of its contents.

You are the song of my mind, melody of my soul, dance of my spirit, and the indescribable ecstasy of my life.

Life is magical when you are drunk with love.

The man who has never been disappointed has never understood happiness, the man who has never been anxious has never learned patience, the man who has never been depressed will never know ecstasy.

Ah! Let the soul dance with joy!

One should always be drunk. That's all that matters...But with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you chose. But get drunk.

The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that, for a minute, the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something

I have drunken deep of joy, And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Oh! kangaroos, sequins, chocolate sodas! / You really are beautiful! Pearls, / harmonicas, jujubes, aspirins!

It is time to get drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk; get drunk without stopping! On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

Drunken with what? With wine, with poetry, or with virtue, as you will. But be drunken.

You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.

Poetry for me is as much a spiritual practice as sexual ecstasy is.

But he who feels too much, He soars in angels' tears of joy...

It is the hour to be drunken! to escape being the martyred slaves of time, be ceaselessly drunk. On wine, on poetry, or on virtue, as you wish.

I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.

Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.