Quotes About Ecstasy

I'll feel my heaven anew

Please, go away! Ignatius screamed. You're shattering my religious ecstasy.

There are different points of view about how to approach this experience of ultimate ecstasy, as some people describe it, or ultimate nirvana or ultimate fulfillment.

I no hi ha una emoció estètica en l'orgasme?Què pot ser més bell que un cos a l'instant que actualitza totes les seves potencialitats i es fa perfecte?

Entonces él se inclina sobre mí y rodamos enlazados al hueco del lecho. Su cuerpo me cubre como una grande ola hirviente, me acaricia, me quema, me penetra, me envuelve, me arrastra desfallecida. A mi garganta sube algo así como un sollozo, y no sé por qué empiezo a quejarme, y no sé por qué me es dulce quejarme, y dulce a mi cuerpo el cansancio infligido por la preciosa carga que pesa entre mis muslos...

When, on a summer evening, the melodious sky growls like a tawny lion, and everyone is complaining of the storm, it is the memory of the Méséglise way that makes me stand alone in ecstasy, inhaling, through the noise of the falling rain, the lingering scent of invisible lilacs.

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.

I didn't keep count of our ejaculations, though our moans and cries were loud and unrestrained, transforming the mesmerizing music into a symphony all our own.

The call to the creative life is a call to dignity, to a life of vulnerability and adventure and the call to a life that exquisite excitement and indeed ecstasy will often visit.

How often one goes to sleep troubled and full of pain, not knowing what causes the travail, and in the morning a whole new direction and clearness is there, maybe the result of the black reasoning. And again there are mornings when ecstasy bubbles in the blood, and the stomach and chest are tight and electric with joy, and nothing in the thoughts to justify it or cause it.

Fear closes all doors to the true self, that brilliant center where the ecstasy lies.

Today I will be happier than a bird with a french fry.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

I experienced, suddenly, that special pleasure, which bore no resemblance to any other...

The words that passed between the girls of the little band and myself were not of any interest; they were, moreover, but few, broken by long spells of silence on my part. All of which did not prevent me from finding, in listening to them when the spoke to me, as much pleasure as in gazing at them, in discovering in the voice of each one of them a brightly colored picture. It was with ecstasy that I caught their pipings.

The words that passed between the girls of the little band and myself were not of any interest; they were, moreover, but few, broken by long spells of silence on my part. All of which did not prevent me from finding, in listening to them when they spoke to me, as much pleasure as in gazing at them, in discovering in the voice of each one of them a brightly colored picture. It was with ecstasy that I caught their pipings.

It is not sex that gives the pleasure, but the lover.

You have the sense that you're the one making the world go round. Everyone speaks in fragments, but for an instant those fragments are a catalyst, my self is erased and it brings on a wave of pure ecstasy, that instant in the drug.

Ecstasy affordsthe occasion and expediency determines the form.

An orgasm -- for all that ails you. -Kelly's thoughts

The mind is the world and the no-mind is freedom from the world. The mind is misery and no-mind is the end of misery and the beginning of ecstasy.

Till the first friend dies, we think our ecstasy impersonal, but then discover that he was the cup from which we drank it, itself as yet unknown.