Quotes About Trance

Shamanism: Archaic techniques of ecstasy.

Don't you think"—he smiled—"that my lack of faith makes such a trance pointless?" "No, I don't. And do you know why?" "No." Nenneke leaned over and looked him in the eyes with a strange smile on her pale lips. "Because it would be the first proof I've ever heard of that a lack of faith has any kind of power at all.

Don't you think"—he smiled—"that my lack of faith makes such a trance pointless?" "No, I don't. And do you know why?" "No." Nenneke leaned over and looked him in the eyes with a strange smile on her pale lips. "Because it would be the first proof I've ever heard of that a lack of faith has any kind of power at all.

Don't you think"—he smiled—"that my lack of faith makes such a trance pointless?" "...Because it would be the first proof I've ever heard of that a lack of faith has any kind of power at all.

I love to put on lotion. Sometimes I'll watch TV and go into a lotion trance for an hour. I try to find brands that don't taste bad in case anyone wants to taste me.

If these self-anointed leaders did not keep the people aroused with calls to preserve the Revolution, or to defend it from one imaginary foe after another, then the people might shake themselves awake from the trance they were in and begin to question the very men who had drenched their streets in blood and make France pariah among the civilized nations of the world.

Engulfment is a moment of hypnosis.

except that a fugue was marked by lassitude while a trance could sometimes be accompanied by activity, such as masturbating or talking.

bathroom, moving like a woman in a trance.

But every evil brings its own remedy. Another quality of Saturn is melancholy; Saturn represents the sorrow of the universe; it is the Trance of sorrow that has determined one to undertake the task of emancipation. This is the energizing force of Law; it is the rigidity of the fact that everything is sorrow which moves one to the task, and keeps one on the Path.

Unlearned language?" "There's a technical term for it," she said. "Xenoglossy. It's the ability to speak a language you've never learned. Some people appear to do so under hypnosis; they're put into a trance and they start talking as another personality. It's regression.

I am a face in a trance, evoking duende. My face imbues breath and stuns you with star-spirit. I am grove-face, story-teller face, and dawn-bringer face. A face as common as carrots and celery, called upon as a father to be cook, waiter, servant, and maid.

I do miss childhood: one long trance state, broken only by bouts of sickening family discord.

But he had held her hand, he had looked into her face in the dark hall, and a strange ecstatic entrancement had come over her, as though she would like to stand there forever, just feeling her hand in his. The extraordinary comfort that filled her heart because of that contact with another human being! She knew that she must feel it again, that, like a drug-taker, she would never be satisfied until she had repeated that unique and trance-like sensation.

Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world speaking with the gift of tongues.

When I'm making sentimental trancey fluffiness, I like to have some equally saccharine aromas filling the room.

All someone has to do in order to be hypnotized or to hypnotize him- or herself is to move down from high- or mid-range Beta waves into a more relaxed Alpha or Theta state. Thus, meditation and self-hypnosis are similar.

Outside, the snow drifted down the layers of air, flake by flake. Watching the snow glide down put Patrice into a trance

I think sometimes that I must live a great part of my life in a trance, or in some sort of anesthetic state.

He plays, and she dfrits along the curvature of the earth. He plays, and her body is flooded with gratitude. He plays, and she understands that the end us coming. When he stops, she can't speak. Words will break the trance, will sound trivial and tried. She'd have to wish him good luck, and he'd return the phrase. Perhaps he'd tell her that he would write to her. And everything they had just experienced would be punctuated by the commonplace. When he walks by her, he holds out his hand.

And there is something degraded and degrading about many of our habits of attention as we shop, gossip, argue, and ruminate our way to the grave. Perhaps I should speak only for myself here: It seems to me that I spend much of my waking life in a neurotic trance. My experiences in meditation suggest, however, that an alternative exists. It is possible to stand free of the juggernaut of self, if only for moments at a time. Most

Those rituals of getting ready to write produce a kind of trance state.

You spend your life dreaming, running 'round in a trance, You hang out forever and still miss the dance, And if you get lucky, you might find someone, To help you get over the pain that will come.

I studied myself, and he released me, shaking my hair with his right hand. The casual gesture of affection coupled with his dazzling appearance-the vibrant eyes, the exquisitely proportional features-entranced me even as the trance endured by Goblin slowly wore away.