Quotes About Ecstasy

Like literature, music can overwhelm you with sudden emotion, can move you to absolute sorrow or ecstasy; like literature, painting has the power to astonish, and to make you see the world through fresh eyes. But only literature can put you in touch with another human spirit, as a whole, with all its weaknesses and grandeurs, its limitations, its pettinesses, its obsessions, its beliefs; with whatever it finds moving, interesting, exciting, or repugnant.

La alegría es una emoción intensa y profunda, un sentimiento exaltante de plenitud experimentado por la conciencia; se puede comparar con la embriaguez, con el arrebato, con el éxtasis.

Bondage is a pleasure of the mind just as much as it is of the flesh.

El amor es un éxtasis;nos saca de nosotros mismos

It's exhilarating to come closer and closer to self-discipline. You make your body go and everything hurts; then you look back in awe at the self, at what you've done, it just blows your mind. It leads to ecstasy, to self-fulfillment. If you win these battles enough, that battle against yourself, at least for a moment, it becomes easier to win the battles in the world.

În faÈ›a ei, poeÈ›ii tac, iar dansatorul îÈ™i amuÈ›eÈ™te cu palma clopoÈ›eii tamburinei. Îndr?gostitul devine nebun, nebunul ajunge profet, iar profetul se-ndumnezeieÈ™te.

Healer and psychopomp, the shaman is these because he commands the techniques of ecstasy—that is, because his soul can safely abandon his body and roam at vast distances, can penetrate the underworld and rise to the sky. Through his own ecstatic experience he knows the roads of the extraterrestrial regions. He can go below and above because he has already been there.

Sunt uneori st?ri care parc? îÅŸi pierd durata. Nu ÅŸtii - sau nu-Å£i aduci aminte - când au început, ce le-a dezl?nÅ£uit, cum se transform?. Åži totuÅŸi, din beatitudinea aceea turbure se desprinde uneori un cuvânt, un strig?t, o melodie sau m?car o singur? not? muzical?, care îÅ£i r?mâne necontenit prezent?, f?r? s? te mire precaritatea sau chiar nesemnificaÅ£ia ei.

Il gît, terrassé par ce qui transporte les autres, tellement éloigné de lui-même qu'il prend pour du désespoir ce qui n'est que de l'extase.

They shake their hair like the bacchantes who love to agitate their thyrsi.

I want no blood from you--not until we're both sweaty and naked and you're screaming my name.

I'll show you things that'll make you laugh in delight, scream in passion, cry for the sheer joy of it.

Mercy closed her eyes, the better to savor the most incredible pleasure she'd ever felt. She was never ever going to accuse Riley of being uncreative again. The man had plenty of imagination. Plenty. His tongue was doing things to her that she knew were illegal somewhere, and—"Riley!" Her body shook under the force of a wickedly powerful orgasm as he closed his mouth over her clit, sucking hard.

I mean, who passes out from an orgasm?

Naasir liked sex, liked touching women's soft, warm bodies, liked driving his cock into their tight, wet sheaths as they screamed his name.

Sweetly, he cupped her cheek and very slowly and deliberately pushed down the bodice of her blouse just a little. She laughed. They kissed. Kissed harder. The warmth between them heated, then blazed—the greatest gift of the Goddess—as Holgar tore off her clothes and—

Une myriade d'extases. Sidère-moi, je dis au monde. Excite-moi, éblouis-moi, étourdis-moi, que ça ne s'arrête jamais.

He'd been inside of a storm, all right. He'd been swept up in a tornado of sex and memory, naked regret and short-lived ecstasy. Now he felt tossed out of it onto the hard, prickly ground. He felt bruised and used.

than the sheer pleasure of it, you'll ask me to fuck you until your eyes roll back in your head, until you taste colors and see sound. And for you, I will. All you have to do is ask.

The great events in our lives are physical. Childbirth. Sex. Combat. Death. Not poetry, or music, or the thoughts of great men will flash across the transom of our minds at the moment of dying. We will remember only the moments when we felt the fibers of our body sing. Bloodily. Messily. Ecstatically.

Love was supposed to be like that, wasn't it? A sort of joyful, barely contained madness…

the more the musicians played the more it struck me that Irish music was a language of its own, accommodating expression of ecstasy and rapture and lightness and fun as well as sadness and darkness and loss, and that in its rhythms and repetitions was the trace history of humanity thereabouts, going round and round.

Hobgoblins know the proper way to dance: Arms akimbo, loopy legs askew, Leaping into darkness with delight, Lusting for the ecstasy of fright, Open to the charm of horrors new....

I kissed her, and stroked the soft planes of flank and thigh, teased with a fingertip and breath and gaze, and when she shuddered like a kite on a long line, when she began to whip and plunge, when she begged me, I turned her and steadied her and let her loose. It was always the same. They flew and I flew, but to different places.