Sex is kicking death in the ass while singing.

This is the very ecstasy of love,Whose violent property fordoes itselfAnd leads the will to desperate undertakingsAs oft as any passion under heavenThat does afflict our natures.

Music takes me to places of illimitable sensual and insensate joy, accessing points of ecstasy that no angelic lover could ever locate, or plunging me into gibbering weeping hells of pain that no torturer could ever devise.

On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths,And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat:Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet.I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak,I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul;And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy,through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. Sensation

How pleasant it is to spend an evening in this way! I declare after all there is no enjoyment like reading!——Spoken like one who has never known the ecstasy of holding a still-beating heart in her hand.

To burn always with this hard gemlike flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.

CALL YOURSELFLook deep in the mirrorAnd say: 'I LOVE YOU'And immediatelyAn electric current willRipple throughout your soulAnd burst through your eyesLike shooting starsDancing across the skiesIn ecstasy.To tell your soul you love it -Is like rememberingWHO YOU AREAfter being in a comaFor a hundred years.Your face will beam the lightOf a hundred galaxies.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery— air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.

That's the difference between me and the rest of the world! Happiness isn't good enough for me! I demand euphoria!

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive. This ecstasy, this forgetfulness of living, comes to the artist, caught up and out of himself in a sheet of flame; it comes to the soldier, war-mad in a stricken field and refusing quarter; and it came to Buck, leading the pack, sounding the old wolf-cry, straining after the food that was alive and that fled swiftly before him through the moonlight.

I write to fill my mind with the ecstasy of life.

In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.

Music fills the emptiness of our souls with the indescribable universal ecstasy

Music can touch that deepest portion of the soul where nothing else can reach. It can fill our hearts with indescribable ecstasy.

Considering the notion that the spiritual battlefield is infinitely greater than the physical, perhaps God is more willing to bless with a sort of divine ecstasy those who see the devil as the enemy rather than those who see other people as the enemies.

It is almost impossible to write about those moments and feelings of indescribable joy and ecstasy which only a soul can realize. Your silent, pleasant, and blissful presence often gives me those moments.

Absurdity is the ecstasy of intellectualism.

Ecstasy is the accurate term for the intensity of consciousness that occurs in the creative act.

At the climax, you were lit up with a quiet ecstasy, which enveloped your blessed body in a supernatural nimbus, like a cloak that you pierced with your head and feet.

Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, And I am richer then than all my Fellow Men-.