Quotes About Ecstasy

I plunge into the almost pain of an intense happiness— and to adorn me leaves and branches spring up in my hair.

Art and Religion are, then, two roads by which men escape from circumstance to ecstasy. Between aesthetic and religious rapture there is a family alliance. Art and Religion are means to similar states of mind.

The only battlefield where victory Is measured by the victim's ecstasy, And one soft cry is worth a city burning.

you've never seen any evidence of drugs—any packets of drugs? Crack? Speed? Ecstasy? Anything? Anything at all?" Had she? "No," she said. Almost truthfully. "You've never smelt anything suspicious?" "I wouldn't know what they smell like, drugs

emblem. The meditator would place his head between his knees and whisper hymns and repeat the name of a magic emblem. Repetition of the magic emblem was used as the object to dwell upon and would chase away distractions and cause the "demons and hostile angels to flight." A state of ecstasy was reached, which Gershom G. Scholem, a scholar of Jewish mysticism, has described as "an attitude of deep self-oblivion.

So you may say, Greek flower; Greek ecstasy Reclaims Forever One who died Following Intricate Song's lost Measure.

But there's nothing you like better than when it hurts a little, is there?" Lucien asked. Gavriel's bloody mouth lifted in a voluptuous smile. "Sure there is. I like it when it hurts a lot.

I wonder about death, I who may never know it. It looks much like ecstacy, the way they open their mouths as they drown, the way their fingers dig into your skin. Their eyes are wide and startled and they trash in your hands as though with an excess of passion.

One of his hands slides over my stomach, tracing the shape of my skin. He kisses me again, and it's like falling off a cliff. Like a mountain slide, building momentum with every touch, until there is only destruction ahead. I have never felt anything like this.

Man dies in despair while the Spirit dies in ecstasy.

Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.

I desire only the long ecstasy of wine, And desire not to awaken.

He remembered a different body. A different time. The almighty roar of an ecstatic crowd. The way the sound used to vibrate in his chest. Once there had been no barrier at all between his mind and his body. He thought "run" and he ran. He thought "jump" and he jumped.

The pain of lost love is as total, as self-obliterating an emotion as the initial ecstasy.

May there be rivers of margaritas flowing through the valleys of heaven.

Holding himself deep inside her, he groaned, while a shiver ran across his shoulders. "You're so tight," he said hoarsely. "I-I'm sorry—" "No, no," he managed. "Don't be sorry. My God." His voice was slurred, as if he was drunk on pleasure.

'Blue Velvet' changed my life forever. It was like I'd always read Chaucer and suddenly discovered Charles Bukowski. It made me understand that there is poetry of sublime ecstasy and dark terror, and it spoke to a side of me that hadn't been reached before.

I'm just constantly on the verge of bursting into tears with joy.

It is perhaps in reading a love story (or in writing one) that we can simultaneously partake of the ecstasy and agony of being in love without paying a crippling emotional price. I offer this book, then, as a cure for lovesickness and an antidote to adultery. Read these love stories in the safety of your single bed. Let everybody else suffer.

I know what it's like to be high.

I want to have sex. To be more accurate, I want to get fucked until I can't see straight.

Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.

Joy is a subtle elf; I think one's happiest when he forgets himself.

The sky and the strong wind have moved the spirit inside me till I am carried away trembling with joy.