An ecstasy is a thing that will not go into words; it feels like music.

For each ecstatic instant We must an anguish pay In keen and quivering ratio To the ecstasy.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

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.

Ecstasy is not really part of the scene we can do on celluloid.

When real love smacks you squarely in the face, are you human enough to accept the pain and ecstasy?