The great works are produced in such an ecstasy of love that they must always be unworthy of it, however great their worth otherwise.
Pollock was terrific. I think he freed himself of all kinds of worry about this world. Ran around and dripped, and then he managed to express ecstasy.
The ecstasy and completion of absorption in God is so fantastic that you can't possibly have lost anything because all the things you've always loved and always experienced came forth from there and exist there and are always there.
Love is the possibility of possibilities. Its farthest reach is beyond us, no matter how long we love or how much. It will always remain the mute mystery to whose ecstasy and ache we can only surrender with a yes.
There is a blessedness surely to be believed, and that is that everything abides in eternal ecstasy, now and forever.
And I have been able to give freedom and life which was acknowledged in the ecstasy of walking hand in hand across the most beautiful bridge of the world, the cables enclosing us and pulling us upward in such a dance as I have never walked and never can walk with another.
I feel an indescribable ecstasy and delirium in melting, as it were, into the system of being, in identifying myself with the whole of nature.
One man's piss-soaked sadomasochistic orgy is another man's poetic ecstasy.
Begin with dhyana, with meditation, and end in samadhi, in ecstasy, and you will know what God is. It is not a hypothesis, it is an experience. You have to LIVE it - that is the only way to know it.
One of the greatest assets of a farm is the sheer ecstasy of life.
Love is beginningless and endless ecstasy. It is an unfathomable mystery. It is the study of our lives.
She switched from ecstasy to embarrassment at about Mach five.
The very "marks" on the bottom of a piece of rare crockery are able to throw me into a gibbering ecstasy.
I remain in intolerable non-knowledge, which has no other way out than ecstasy itself.
Ecstasy is from the contemplation of things vaster than the individual and imperfectly seen perhaps, by all those that still live.
Unless you come out of your mind and become a no-mind you will not know what life is all about, you will live in vain. You will not have your honeymoon, it is impossible. You will not know the sweetness that existence is full of and the ecstasy.
Repetition not for monotony but the ecstasy it induces.
You will find inner ecstasy when you can be reckless in love.
Why one picture stands out among many others is always a mystery. In the beginning the subject is never quite known, but in the course of working something shows up on the film or in the print that speaks to me. I can never predict when this will happen. However, when it does there is an excitement - there is the ecstasy of recognition. And this is one of the things that keeps me going.
Are you okay? (Simone) No, I’m in ecstasy. I blew straight past okay the minute you touched me. (Xypher)