Quotes About Bliss

They may as well have called the sun a ball of flaming joy.

For passion has come to the verge and leaps headlong to the blind abyss, yet gathers thereby the strength of deeps, and eddies a moment and swirls and sweeps till peril is one with bliss!

A sense of peace came over me and I must have been smiling as I fell asleep.

Meditation bedeutet, tief in uns hinabzutauchen und hoch in höhere Sphären aufzusteigen und weiter zu werden als das Universum. In diesen Erfahrungen erleben wir die Seligkeit der Meditation. Wir sollten jeden Tag unseres Lebens in eine Meditation verwandeln. (S. 163)

Life is never a thing of continuous bliss. There is no paradise. Fight and laugh and feel bitter and feel bliss: and fight again. Fight, fight. That is life.

Melville had to fight, fight against the existing world, against his own very self. Only he would never quite put the knife in the heart of his paradisal ideal. Somehow, somewhere, somewhen, love should be a fulfillment, and life should be a thing of bliss. That was his fixed ideal. Fata Morgana. That was the pin he tortured himself on, like a pinned-down butterfly.

What vague, delicious dreams, Born of this golden hour of afternoon, And air balm-freighted, fill the soul with bliss, Transpierced like yonder clouds with lustrous gleams, Fantastic, brief as they, and, like them, spun Of gilded nothingness!

I do not play the instrument In longing but in quest Not to be undertaken Not to be lost In a forest of bliss.

Tales of heroes end in bliss.

that sanguine expectation of happiness which is happiness itself

Completely and perfectly and incandescently happy...

joy, senseless joy!

But there was happiness elsewhere which no description can reach.

I know we shall be happy. I know the summer will pass happily away.

In the unlikely event that I make it into heaven, I won't be able to enjoy everlasting bliss because part of the pleasure of happiness is its transience.

To be happy is only to have freed one's soul from the unrest of unhappiness.

Finding your bliss can make survival seem like a joyous journey. And a strange thing happens along the way when you love what you are doing: you become good at it.

A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between work and play.

It is not really work if you are having fun.

In silence more work can be done. The true experience of bliss is without words.

To work with God's happiness bubbling in the soul is to carry a portable paradise within you wherever you go.

Work and leisure are complementary parts of the same living process and cannot be separated without destroying the joy of work and the bliss of leisure.

What I am proudest of is having a life where work and love are impossible to tell apart.

Occupation was one of the pleasures of paradise, and we cannot be happy without it.