Quotes About Bliss

Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.

The truth—that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.

Sometimes I think heaven must be one continuous unexhausted reading.

Talvolta penso che il paradiso sia leggere continuamente, senza fine.

There are gentle souls who would pronounce Lolita meaningless because it does not teach them anything. I am neither a reader nor a writer of didactic fiction...For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.

For me a work of fiction exists only insofar as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art (curiosity, tenderness, kindness, ecstasy) is the norm.

and the red sun of desire and decision (the two things that create a live world) rose higher and higher, while upon a succession of balconies a succession of libertines, sparkling glass in hand, toasted the bliss of past and future nights.

It is certainly not then—not in dreams—but when one is wide awake, in moments of robust joy and achievement, on the highest terrace of consciousness, that mortality has a chance to peer beyond its own limits, from the mast, from the past and its castle tower. And although nothing much can be seen through the mist, there is somehow the blissful feeling that one is looking in the right direction.

I was laughing happily, and the atrocious, unbelievable, unbearable, and, I suspect, eternal horror that I know now was still but a dot of blackness in the blue of my bliss (...)

For me a work of fiction exists only in so far as it affords me what I shall bluntly call aesthetic bliss, that is a sense of being somehow, somewhere, connected with other states of being where art is the norm.

To know that this semi-animated, subhuman trickster who had sodomized my darling—oh, my darling, this was intolerable bliss

All who enter even a little into that state of being present will experience a calmness and a degree of ecstasy which they will want to repeat. The

If you reflect upon your own highest moments or peak experiences. You will probably also remember them as moments of great pleasure, even ecstasy.

All who enter even a little into that state of being present will experience a calmness and a degree of ecstasy which they will want to repeat.

The feminine values are the fountain of bliss. Know the masculine, Keep to the feminine.

People are supposed to fear the unknown, but ignorance is bliss when knowledge is so damn frightening.

His happiness made him look super cute, too.

If this is the case, then the "normal state" Prozac ushers in is an experience in the surreal, Dali's dripping clock, a disorientation so deep and sweet you spin. Thus Prozac, make no mistake about it, blissed me out and freaked me out and later on, when the full force of health hit me, sometimes stunned me with grief.

Perhaps she is right, that there is no reason to suffering, no fair dealing when it comes to meting out bliss and pain. There are just choices, and the echoes of those choices.

A multitude of small delights constitute happiness

A glass of happiness fills whole body. (Un verre de bonheur - Remplit tout le corps)

Lover scuttles his body, because he sinks in happiness. (L'amoureux saborde son corps, - Car il coule dans le bonheur.)

Give me a moment, because I like to cry for joy. It's so delicious, John dear, to cry for joy.

I was married then. I was the happiest of the happy." - Esther Summerson