Charles Baudelaire Quotes

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!

Being in love is the only transcendent experience.

The poetry that sustains me is when I feel that, for a minute, the clouds have parted and I've seen ecstasy or something.

I have a little tiny Emily Dickinson so big that I carry in my pocket everywhere. And you just read three poems of Emily. She is so brave. She is so strong. She is such a sexy, passionate, little woman. I feel better.

When I have sex with someone I forget who I am. For a minute I even forget I'm human. It's the same thing when I'm behind a camera. I forget I exist.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

I feel most sexy when I'm in love. My stomach flips. I get butterflies.

Consider love: is there a nobler outpouring, a rapture less suspect? Its shudders rival music, compete with the tears of solitude and of ecstasy: sublime...but a sublimity inseperable from the urinary tract: transports bordering upon excretion, a heaven of the glands, sudden sancitity of the orifices. It takes no more than a moment of attention for this intoxication, shaken, to cast you back into the ordures of physiology or a moment of fatigue to recognize that so much ardor produces only a variety of mucous.

Love is the art of hearts, and heart or arts.

To love is to tilt with the lightning, two bodies routed by a single honey's sweet.

I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports.... When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them.

Paint with joy - with the same joy that you would make love to a woman.

A lover's soul lives in the body of his mistress.

Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.

You're an angel," she repeated slowly, surprised to see Daniel close his eyes and moan in pleasure, almost as if they were kissing. "I'm in love with an angel.

Love rushed into my veins emptying me of myself. Now filled with the Beloved my only possession is my name.

In one creative thought a thousand forgotten nights of love revive, filling it with sublimity and exaltation.

Lovers are the ones who know most about God; the theologian must listen to them.

I feel more alive when I'm writing than I do at any other time--except maybe when I'm making love.

Passion begins where your bodies unite and ends where your souls dance. When your spirits can join together at the same time as your bodies become one, then all of you will be making love. There will be nothing left between you that is not love. This is sacred communion. This is ecstasy.

One day you will take me completely out of myself, I'll do what the angels cannot do. Your eyelash will write on my cheek the poem that hasn't been thought of.

Sex isn't all that important, but it is when you love someone very much.

Writing. Love is writing.

The reward of art is not fame or success but intoxication.