Quotes About Ecstasy

There is some pleasure even in pain. A sweet ecstasy.

Let me stop there, but my God, how beautiful Shakespeare is, who else is as mysterious as he is; his language and method are like a brush trembling with excitement and ecstasy. But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.

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 all1

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.

My body of a sudden blazed; And twenty minutes more or less It seemed, so great my happiness, That I was blessed and could bless.

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

After half an hour the drug hit me like a sensuous tidal wave. I turned into a tactile temptress and wanted to stroke the whole world. It gave me untold confidence.

I can imagine myself on my death-bed, spent utterly with lust to touch the next world, like a boy asking for his first kiss from a woman.

She felt the electric thrill of contact, the very tip of his tongue touching hers, and an exquisite heat exploded from the center of her womb. For an instant she thought her innards would simply melt out of her pussy and run down her thighs, so intense was the rush.

Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marty kept leaping into the air. I thought I might have to tie a rope around his waist and hold onto it to keep him from floating away!

It happens to us once or twice in a lifetime to be drunk with some book which probably has some extraordinary relative power to intoxicate us and none other: and having exhausted that cup of enchantment we go groping in libraries all our years afterward in the hope of being in Paradise again.

An ecstasy of ink, every paragraph laboring to outline the shape of the world. The yellow light of a lamp on leaves of paper, the ivory-black impress of words reasoning, line by line.

the thinkers' collected voices inked onto each crowded page. An ecstasy of ink, every paragraph laboring to outline the shape of the world.

in ecstasy, it is essentially not about sensation but about passion, and passion is not of the flesh but of the mind and heart.

The lines of her tears sparkled on her cheeks. I am a prisoner here, she said. I took the chair across from her and watched her cry. I sat upright, one hand on the table's surface and the other around my drink. I felt the ecstasy of a dancer, but I kept still.

And his release began, deep inside me, without his moving, shivering through his body so that his arms trembled, the ruddy hairs quivering in the dim light, and he dropped his head with a sound like a sob, his hair hiding his face as he spilled himself, each jerk and pulse of his flesh between my legs rousing an echo in my own.

You cannot think when you're ecstatic.

Och som vanligt när han berömde mig blev jag varm i hela kroppen; en stark, svindlande känsla, som en berusning. Gud, Gud, jag existerar!

And meanwhile growing up. All according to plan, Wasn't it, Lord? Under the freezing sky All lands, the real and unreal, were ecstasy

When you see the face of God, or when you have an overwhelming, ecstatic, blissful, visionary experience; there is no doubt about it. It isn't like, 'Did it happen?' It's unforgettable. And you are a changed person in some way.

It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

Ik wrong en wreef me opene muis tegen z'n geertig likkende mond aan en spoot meteen al me geil, dat hij zo lekker vond, uit me mossel weg. Het stroomde zo over z'n gelaat, een fontein van geil, waarvan hij dronk of het een whisky-pruimsap was. Ik verloor het bewustzijn erbij (...)

I burned my life, that I might findA passion wholly of the mind,Thought divorced from eye and bone,Ecstasy come to breath alone.

It was like walking into joy.