#exult

Commonplace people dislike tragedy because they dare not suffer and cannot exult. ↗

— John Masefield

#cannot #commonplace #dare #dislike #exult

I think we've all been kind of... everyone's been hurt, everyone's felt loss, everyone has exultation, everyone has a need to be loved, or to have lost love, so when you play a character, you're pulling out those little threads and turning them up a bit. ↗

— Mark Ruffalo

#bit #character #everyone #exultation #felt

The sexual eagle exults he will gild the earth once more his descending wing his ascending wing sways imperceptibly the sleeves of the peppermint and all the water's adorable undress Days are counted so clearly that the mirror has yielded to a froth of fronds of the sky i see but one star now around us there is only the milk describing its dizzy ellipsis from which sometimes soft intuition with pupils of eyed agate rises to poke its umbrella tip in the mud of the electric light then great reaches cast anchor stretch out in the depths of my closed eyes icebergs radiating the customs of all the worlds yet to come bron from a fragment of you fragment unkown and iced on the wing your existence the giant bouquet escaping fr4om my arms is badly tied it didgs out walls unrolls the stairs of houses loses its leaves in the show windows of the street to gether the news i am always leaving to gather the news the newspaper is glass today and if letters no longer arrive it's that the train has been consumed the great incision of the emerald which gaave birth to the foliage is scarred for always the sawdust of blinding snow and the quarries of flesh are sounding along on the first shelf reversed on this shelf i take the impression of death and life to the liquid air ↗

— André Breton

#death

Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened. ↗

— Fritz Kreisler

#enthusiasm #exultation #few #had #hours

Close your eyes and turn your face into the wind. Feel it sweep along your skin in an invisible ocean of exultation. Suddenly, you know you are alive. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#alive #breeze #crisp #drunk #drunken

Be secret and exult, Because of all things known That is most difficult. ↗

— William Butler Yeats

#because #difficult #exult #known #most

For love is exultant when it unites equals, but it is triumphant when it makes that which was unequal equal in love. ↗

— Søren Kierkegaard

#exultant #kierkegaard #love #triumphant #equality

Play is the exultation of the possible. ↗

— Martin Buber

#play #possible

When we really worship anything, we love not only its clearness but its obscurity. We exult in its very invisibility. ↗

— Gilbert K. Chesterton

#clearness #exult #invisibility #love #obscurity