. . . I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except when I'm making love. Two things when you forget time, when nothing exists except the moment--the moment of writing, the moment of love. That perfect concentration is bliss.
Out of the bliss comes magic, wonderment and creativity.
Where is your bliss station? You have to try to find it.
An ocean of bliss may rain down from the heavens, but if you hold up only a thimble, that is all you receive
Chanting is a significant and mysterious practice. It is the highest nectar, a tonic that fully nourishes our inner being. Chanting opens the heart and makes love flow within us. It releases such intoxicating inner bliss and enthusiastic splendor, that simply through the nectar it generates, we can enter the abode of the Self.
Tales of heroes end in bliss.
They may rail at this life - from the hour I began it, I've found it a life full of kindness and bliss; And until they can show me some happier planet. More social and bright, I'll content me with this.
So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
Heaven, the seat of bliss, Brooks not the works of violence and war.
It takes courage to do what you want. Other people have a lot of plans for you. . . Follow your bliss.
Where ignorance is bliss it's foolish to borrow your neighbor's newspaper.
Well may your heart believe the truths Well may your heart believe the truths I tell; 'Tis virtue makes the bliss, where'er we dwell.
I love life. There's always something to overcome, new people to meet. . . You've just got to find your bliss and go after it. That's where the drive is, that's how you find your special place.
Yet what happened in fact? In the middle of the night John woke up and saw me sleeping beside him with no doubt a look of peace on my face, even of bliss, bliss is not unattainable in this world. He saw me—saw me as I was at that moment—took fright, hurriedly strapped the armour back over his heart, this time with chains and a double padlock, and stole out into the darkness.
Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.
Weston's sensual texture or Cartier-Bresson's implacable composition are apt to close over themselves, attaining the perfection of a certain sensual and harmonious bliss. We see textures, volumes, equilibrium - and reality, open and ragged, is lost and transcended.
The feminine values are the fountain of bliss. Know the masculine, Keep to the feminine.
What will they think of me? Must be put aside for bliss
Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.
Bliss is not subtractbale.