Quotes About Ecstasy

Não é difícil morrer em batalha, com a espada em punho, morrer ao sol, no auge do êxtase, no frenesim do combate. Já uma coisa muito diferente é irmo-nos apagando lentamente, à míngua e ao abandono.

If there exist fortunate people, if from time to time the wild sun of joy soars towards foreign lands in a sweet whirling of ecstasy — then where are the words which might tell of this? And if in the world there exists a beauty for enchantment, then how might one describe it? ("The Poison Garden")

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive .

But her soft lips were upon his, drinking his living breath, and he was now gasping in divine madness, pressing his mouth over hers like a drowning man, breathing through her. . . . "That

Beauty is not a need but an ecstasy. It is not a mouth thirsting nor an empty hand stretched forth, But rather a heart enflamed and a soul enchanted.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger. There is really nothing to be said about it. It is like the perfume of a rose: you can smell it and that is all.

I'm drunk on the fiery elixer of beauty.

Beauty is an ecstasy; it is as simple as hunger.

The path of Zen is not easy. It's wonderful. It's beautiful beyond compare. You will experience more ecstasy and beauty than most people will in a thousand lifetimes.

You know that great car-stomach feeling when you fly over a hump? That was my whole body.

In sexual abandon as in danger we are impelled, however briefly, into that vital present in which we do not stand apart from life, we ARE life, our being fills us, in ecstasy with another being, loneliness falls away into eternity. But in other days, such union was attainable through simple awe.

To ensure that we don't merely exist in the dead present? ... That the oblivion of the now as opposed to the ecstasy of looking back--but wait, wait, if the present is the past, you fool, dissolving this very moment--then it is incumbent upon us now, now, to create the past--so obvious! so rudimentary!--it's the uncreated past that is dead [Walt Kaplan/August, Bedroom]

In Joseph Campbell's popular book of essays Myths to Live By, he described something pertinent to our theme of sacred journeys: "The ultimate aim of the quest, if one is to return, must be neither release nor ecstasy for oneself, but the wisdom and the power to serve others.

Sex means nothing--just the moment of ecstasy, that flares and dies in minutes.

This must be just like livin' in paradise.

Wow, this puts the sweet in Sweet Jesus .

Trees were not hard, irritable things, but discreetly orgasmic beings moaning at a level too deep for our brutish ears. And flowers were quick explosive orgasms, like making love in the shower.

Your master will bestow that experience shortly. Your body is not tuned just yet. As a small lamp cannot withstand excessive electrical voltage, so your nerves are unready for the cosmic current. If I gave you the infinite ecstasy right now, you would burn as if every cell were on fire.

She was stretched on her back beneath the pear tree soaking in the alto chant of the visiting bees, the gold of the sun and the panting breath of the breeze when the inaudible voice of it all came to her. She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight.

She saw a dust-bearing bee sink into the sanctum of a bloom; the thousand sister-calyxes arch to meet the love embrace and the ecstatic shiver of the tree from root to tiniest branch creaming in every blossom and frothing with delight. So this was a marriage!

bien: basta que dos personas sorban los deleites de la vida de un modo anormal, para que se comprendan tanto más íntimamente, cuanto más extraña es la obtención del goce. Se unirán en seguida, excluyendo toda otra pasión, para aislarse en la dicha alucinada de un paraíso artificial.

It is an echo, in fact, from the last lines of Dante's Divine Comedy, the lines in which Dante describes what it is to feel ecstatic bliss in the mystical union with God, to give up your entire identity and subsume it beneath the sacred power of God's divine love, the love that moves the sun and the other stars.

Por ti sería carne sin alma para gozarte en una cópula que haría sonrojar de vergüenza y de espanto a la misma Venus.

That rare feeling of genuine excitement when your skin tingles, heart beats so fast and stomach summer-salts.