I hasped the window; I combed his black long hair from his forehead; I tried to close his eyes-to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of exultation, before any one else beheld it. They would not shut; they seemed to sneer at my attempts, and his parted lips and sharp, white teeth sneered too!
Quotes about exultation (16 Quotes)
Overall, the library held a hushed exultation, as though the cherished volumes were all singing soundlessly within their covers.
Thou art my glory and the exultation of y heart thou art my hope and refuge in the day of my trouble.
Play is the exultation of the possible.
If he is a Rehnquist, that would not be a cause for exultation in my book, but it would not be a cause for alarm. The court's balance will not be altered. But there is a reasonable danger that he will be like Justice Thomas, the most radical justice on the Supreme Court. It is not that I am certain that he will be a Thomas, it's not even that it's more than 50 percent, but the risk that he might be a Thomas and the lack of any reassurance that he won't, particularly in light of this president's professed desire to nominate people in that mold, is just not good enough. I hope he will not be a Justice Thomas but the risk is too great to bear.
. . . and many a good time we went back again, long afterward, and broke our rejected lump with great exultation to find it fat with the riches of the mind.
Life that only a few hours before had glowed with enthusiasm and exultation, suddenly paled and sickened.
He Columbus enjoyed long stretches of pure delight such as only a seaman may know, and moments of high, proud exultation that only a discoverer can experience.
A sense of elation and exultation keeps the body free from ill health.
It's not just a piece about the French Revolution, it's about revolution in a much broader sense, and it's about the capacity that human beings have for personal change. The piece is an exultation and an encouragement to those of us who believe the human race can discover its humanity and its capacity for empathy to the point where it may be possible for us at some point to guarantee the basic human rights of the individual (around the world).
Leisure is the exultation of the possible.
. . . I would stand,If the night blackened with a coming storm,Beneath some rock, listening to notes that areThe ghostly language of the ancient earth,Or make their dim abode in distant winds.Thence did I drink the visionary powerAnd deem not profitless those fleeting moodsOf shadowy exultation not for this,That they are kindred to our purer mindAnd intellectual life but that the soul,Remembering how she felt, but what she feltRemembering not, retains an obscure senseOf possible sublimity. . . .
I speak in grief,
Not exultation, for I hate no more,
As then ere misery made me wise.
I could feel none of the exultation that is supposed to come with victory.
The sounds that soothed his sleep,
The mystery and the majesty of Earth,
The joy, the exultation?
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.