Living substance conquers the frenzy of destruction only in the ecstasy of procreation.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
It is through the cracks in our brains that ecstasy creeps in.
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.
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.
'Born This Way' is shaping up to be creative ecstasy.
The moment eternal - just that and no more - When ecstasy's utmost we clutch at the core While cheeks burn, arms open, eyes shut, and lips meet!
Substance is enduring, form is ephemeral.
I think we all carry the seeds of our own destruction. You really have to be aware that just because something is good, it doesn't mean it's not going to trigger a self-destructive impulse.
Existence itself does not feel horrible; it feels like an ecstasy, rather, which we have only to be still to experience.
Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.
To burn always with this hard, gem-like flame, to maintain this ecstasy, is success in life.