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There is not the big swing now between depression and elation, but a steady growing sense of peace, and easy freedom. This does not mean that elation will not occur but that a balancing upswing of habitual emotion is being accomplished.

[...] I was nearly elated, and felt again that surge of hope and expectation that I’ve come to learn is so valuable. [...]

(“I guess what I mean is that I’m really encouraged,” she said, elated. [...]

[...] If we were often badly frightened, we also felt surges of grim elation (when we allowed them to surface) that we were survivors. [...]

[...] Some people die in adolescence, filled with the flush of life’s possibilities, still half-dazzled by the glory of childhood, and ready to step with elation upon the threshold of adulthood — or so it seems. [...]

[...] When Ruburt has some improvements he is elated. [...]

[...] The relaxed body sends forth hormones and chemicals of a balanced nature that influence the processes of thought, modulate moods, and also allow for moments of deep contentment, and moments of elation. [...]

(10:14.) In those terms the undifferentiated area is actually filled with motion as psychological transitions and translations are made, until in dreams the two egos often merge into each other — so that sometimes you waken briefly with a sense of elation, or a feeling that in dreams you have met an old and valued friend.

Consciousness’s experiences following such therapy may be those of elation, but it feels that any of its adventures rest on issues that it cannot understand, and its capacity to deal with physical reality is less secure than before. [...]

[...] An animal, say, in Ruburt’s position, feeling as much new activity in the body, new motion in the knees, new elasticity in the ligaments, would quite naturally accept the improvements with physical elation, even if it had more difficulty one day, or two, than it had in days previous. [...]

[...] Go, go, go.
Why not have a band play and give balloons away?
There’s nothing like killing birds
To clean up the business section.
We could feature a Starling Day, for our centennial celebration,
Such elation as the city fathers
And other pot-bellied elders
Did their best to keep the city clean.
We could give ice cream away to the kids who killed the most,
The hosts of observers could yell the cheer:
“Oh, it takes such courage and it takes such brawn
To drop the blackbirds on the County House lawn.”

Along with our shock came elation. [...]