Quotes About Bliss

Whoever thought that pleasure makes you happy?

There may have been something identical about the way she fell prey to fear and to longing, namely, the act of falling prey to something, of being trapped in a craving--that fixation on a single thing, when the empty gaze forgets multiplicity or, taken over by craving and passion, considers nothing else. But that longing may also have opened up empires for her, strange, colorful empires she was at home in and could love with the living bliss that never changes.

Their hearts were all cycling through the same madness - the discovery, the bliss, the loss, the despair - like planets taking turns in orbit around the sun. Each containing their own unique gravity. Their own force of attractions. Drawing near and holding fast to whatever entered their own atmosphere ... they would find love and lost love and recover from love and love again.

They - bliss and fear - are constant companions. Rarely does one venture out without the other.

I'd always hated running. Born-again joggers described how they got addicted to the rapture of running, how they achieved a nirvana known as a runner's high. Right. I'd always firmly believed that--much like the high of auto-asphyxiation--the bliss came more from a lack of oxygen to the brain than any sort of endorphin rush.

We are all so luxuriously stupid when things are good in our life.

I look at her, then at Tasha, and I feel the wondrous blend of bliss and fear. They--bliss and fear--are constant companions. Rarely does one venture out without the other.

At the root of all this is purity. Where there is purity there love grows. When purity and love come together, there is bliss.

Happiness and Virtue clasp hands and walk together.

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

The dance of the palm trees, the oceans calling, the first rays of sun and heaven is here.

What you will see is love coming out of the trees, love coming out of the sky, love coming out of the light. You will perceive love from everything around you. This is the state of bliss.

Silence is truth. Silence is bliss. Silence is peace. And hence Silence is the Self.

If ignorance is bliss, why aren't more people happy?

This time he forgot everything. He only stood and stared. That smile. Christ, that smile. He recognized it by the wave of ecstatic joy that all but knocked him flat on his back. Had he though himself incapable of happiness in a sustained basis? He was wrong — and how. He could never have enough of this sweet elation. He wanted to splash in it, swim in it, drink it by the gallons, until nothing but bliss pulsed in his veins. The girl of his dreams. He had met her at last.

No one who has seen a baby sinking back satiated from the breast and falling asleep with flushed cheeks and a blissful smile can escape the reflection that this picture persists as a prototype of the expression of sexual satisfaction in later life.

Through pity, then, I can't resist delivering a song of bliss when witnessing the painful trace that love leaves in a young girl's face. I try to teach them, through my song, love of that kind will not last long, because, just as my song relents, love rarely stays when it descends on children's hearts, but meets its death the way that warmth fades on our breath.

Hic Habitat Felicitas—Happiness Dwells Here.

And right this second I want to live in ignorant bliss.

If you consider yourself a friend, dont tell me." Because if i know the rumors, i'll feel like i have to confront the. and right this second i want to live in ignorant bliss.

My mind to me a kingdom is;Such present joys therein I findThat it excels all other blissThat earth affords or grows by kind:Though much I want which most would have,Yet still my mind forbids to crave.

My mind to me a kingdom is, Such present joys therein I find, That it excels all other bliss.

I was happy without having sought happiness.