Quotes About Ecstasy

If you reflect upon your own highest moments or peak experiences. You will probably also remember them as moments of great pleasure, even ecstasy.

All who enter even a little into that state of being present will experience a calmness and a degree of ecstasy which they will want to repeat.

I'd have you on the floor, pulling a sixty-nine that wouldn't end until I tasted a dozen of your orgasms. Before you could even think about recovering, I'd fuck you in every way a male can fuck a female. And I wouldn't stop. Not until you begged.

His smile became downright wicked. "I can make you beg for the mere whisper of my breath on your skin. I can do things with my tongue that will make you scream with the exquisite intensity of it. And I can make you come so hard, for so long, that you'll pass out from pleasure.

The bigger it got, the more fervent the liturgical incantations, and, at the moment of orgasm

The moment of writing is not an escape...it is only an insistence, through the imagination, upon human ecstasy, and a reminder that such ecstasy remains as much a birthright in this world as misery remains a condition of it.

Mi padre era capaz de asumir con toda naturalidad las ideas más complejas y más novedosas, y al mismo tiempo quedarse extasiado con el vuelo de una mariposa. Mi padre amaba el mundo. Con todas sus consecuencias.

He felt certain that if she'd have let him, he could have levitated with her in his arms and they could have made love on the ceiling. He could have unzipped his body and wrapped her in his skin. He could have buried himself in her neck and slipped into the place between her shoulder and her throat, and been soldered by passion to her forever.

My Kate,"he uttered with a deep groan."My sweet Kate."He took her with one last earth-shattering thrust,and as she suckled his neck,as her cunt suckled his cock,Nicholas spilled hot seed into her body.

Oh,yes," he uttered hoarsely,savagely."There it is.The walls of your pussy...Shit,it's like an earthquake.Come for me,baby." ~Gray Donohue

But first he was going to eat her until he made her come really,really hard.He leaned in close and breathed her in.Then he licked.So.Fucking.Good.

From out of the spirit worlds matter is continuously being spewed forth. This mystery is like a great ejaculation; the divine convulses in a state of ecstasy and produces matter...and then matter answers as humankind has sex and in the moment of sexual orgasm calls out to God.

It is dangerous to attempt to live all the levels of your humanity while totally immersed in spiritual ecstasy. One does not drive a car while drunk, nor should one propose marriage to a woman in bed with you whom you just met, while feeling at one with all humanity.

He passed the dead in all their ranks, in all their spectral attitudes. Some lay supine, mouths open in attitudes of near ecstasy, one upon the next, embracing. Some had bowed their heads as if in deep meditation or prayer. Others had been ground to pulp against the concrete and conveyed no expression at all.

Meditation is not a matter of trying to achieve ecstasy, spiritual bliss or tranquility, nor is it attempting to be a better person. It is simply the creation of a space in which we are able to expose and undo our neurotic games, our self-deceptions, our hidden fears and hopes.

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

What matters an eternity of damnation to someone who has found in one second the infinity of 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.

Now is the time to get drunk! To stop being the martyred slaves of time, to get absolutely drunk — on wine, poetry, or on virtue, as you please.

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.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

As a small child, I felt in my heart two contradictory feelings, the horror of life and the ecstasy of life.

Lover scuttles his body, because he sinks in happiness. (L'amoureux saborde son corps, - Car il coule dans le bonheur.)

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.