ecstasy

“A sunbeam filtering through the blind shed a gentle light on her soft golden hair, on her pure throat, on her tranquil breast… It seemed to me that I had known her for a long time, and that before her I had known nothing and had not lived… ‘And here I am sitting opposite her,’ I was thinking, ‘I have met her; I know her. God, what happiness!’ I almost leapt from my chair in ecstasy…”
Ivan Turgenev