Here's the stuff we found when you searched for "it grew into an ecstasy where all existence was lost in the vortex of movement"

• all lost lights limped on into the limitless dark
• Where was her angel all those times the sky clouded over
• I turned Quizro into a Quiet Riot CD, and all I got was this jar of lemon-flavoured pickles.
• Her lack of response opened a gate through which my mind started to wander, into a wilderness where the shadows all had teeth...
• She said the dance is a prayer. A prayer to toss into the tide all the weight of oblivion and humiliation. This is not a dance for one, fool - where are you?
• All of my coworkers spit into urinals
• It was fall, and fall does strange things to us all
• where was your heart when we needed it most?
• Where the floodwaters went after the flood was over
• The Epistemological Inquiry, or, Existence, at all
• There, in that wordless world surrounded by thick ice, I eventually lost all my strength. Bit by bit, bit by bit.
• The day I lost all faith in the American government
• I didn't want to know where I was conceived
• You've lost all your dreams
• God was a Lost Guest
• more sure of all I thought was true
• She always was all tea and oranges that came all the way from China
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel no compulsion to get up from the table
• Sex and Fear and Power, all packed into one holster
• Where I Was
• I Was Lost and You Found Me
• Besides the part where she was the only one
• Where there was fire I brought the gasoline
• We are all shadows colliding into each other
• Freud was wrong. Freud is dead. That is all.
• All is lost
• Where are all the menstrual huts when you need them?
• The total sum of all things would be zero if it was not for love
• this is where we all came to be
• All that was left of her was a damp handkerchief
• all words go somewhere and nothing is ever lost
• Having gotten myself into a position where I can have my cake and eat it too, I feel a strong compulsion to get up from the table
• I stared into the muddled sky with tears running down my face in small rivers, and I knew then that there was no hope
• Lost love - or how I grew to love the truck stop
• some say he was never here at all
• It was all whirlwind, heat, and flash
• Where Once Life Was
• Where organized religion lost me
• Each one was the scene where you hold your breath
• Where's the kaboom?
• unfortunately, his entire corpus was composed in English, and so has been lost to the ravages of time
• Where are those polar bears getting all that Coca-Cola?
• Where was that stooped and mealy-colored old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
• Look where all this talking got us, baby
• The Heart of What Was Lost
• The universe was cold and dead and all the best aspects of humanity and its appreciation of the world were stored in electronic boxes
• It's really very silly, I was thinking, they are all acting so weird
• Wondered what the point of all of that was
• Where Have All the Giant Radioactive Lizards Gone?
• Where have all the cute young nurses gone?
• I was Christian and all I got was this lousy painting
• I Fell Out of School, and All I Found Was This Necklace
• Of all the dorm rooms in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
• All he left her was alone
• The artifact was completely impenetrable to all forms of matter except living human flesh
• He was hard in all the wrong places
• we went to the stars, but all we found was ourselves
• Where All the Birds Sit
• Where Have All the Catherines Gone?
• An ocean away and here he was, seeping into her
• I spent one year in love and all I got was this lousy T-Shirt.
• It was men who made breasts into a secret.
• Meanwhile, the PILOT, who has been laughing hysterically through the entire sequence, finally loses it. He falls out of his chair and bangs his head against the panel, causing the ship to lose control and crash into a nearby planet
• Every strong wind one leans into and smiles should bring back a lost toy from childhood
• getting lost in all the flashy neon lights
• I went to Voodoo Donuts and all I got was this lousy concussion
• Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost
• Where feminism lost me
• Finding the origin of a Hotmail message
• November 4, 1995
• Where were you when Kennedy was shot?
• The sloe was lost in flower
• I was wrong as a child, to think old people were stupid for asking me where the day had gone. Now I understand... we older people do not live.
• The House on the Island Where She Was Born
• There was a land where lived no violets
• I worked at summer camp, and all I got was this lousy case of gangrene
• To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring - it was peace.
• Finding air where matter once was
• Upon the hills where day was done
• No matter where I was, whisps of you haunted my thoughts
• Aristotle's Lost Library, Medieval Andalusia & Chinese Paper, or How Europe Learned to Learn Again and Why the Renaissance Happened When & Where It Did
• Where was that stooped and mealy-coloured old man I used to call poppa when the merry-go-round broke down?
• A conversation where none was invited
• the magic that was meant to capture the outlaw instead transformed him into a monster
• Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
• Where have all the poets gone?
• I was throwing around useless proverbs when all she needed was to be held and told that she was beautiful
• Seems I might have stolen the blue part of her rainbow, but all I really did was make it bigger, a way bigger blue
• Where are all the stupid Americans?
• She was pain and pleasure all at once, wrapped up in needles and Ramones T-shirts
• Hello lovely fool where have you been all this time.
• I set my sister up with her husband, and all I got was this great dress and a trip to Hawaii
• Where Have All the Flowers Gone?
• If all you did was node, your writeups wouldn't be very interesting, would they?
• it doesn't matter who I was, all that matters is who I am
• By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever here
• All Turkish members of al-Qaeda arrested so far grew up in Germany
• If all you picked up tonight was this node title, it's time you went to a Brit nodermeet
• All I wanted was a Pepsi
• If infinite alternate Universes exist, then where are all the visitors?
• I Dropped Out of School, and All I Got Was This Necklace
• All it said was clump and scratch, and it only said those very late at night.
• Isn't it about time you grew out of all that juvenile screaming nonsense?
• All right. She can fly circles around Uranus, but where's the bathroom?
• By evening I will have returned all traces that I was ever here
• She was buttery. She was asking for it. She was delicious. Let's all give in.
• And though it was snowing outside, all within were warm.
• all I ever learned from love was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
• All you ever did was let it happen
• Where are all the time travelers?
• I never even went to Las Vegas, and all I got was this lousy t-shirt
• Where are all the women with abysmal self-esteem?
• all who come to me with this map are lost
• Long day, all I wanted was a cup of tea
• Not All Who Are Lost, Wandered.
• By morning I will have erased all traces that I was ever a bear
• Are they bleeding all your colours into one?
• all it cost him was a Penny
• do you think i can get all my ideas out? so they aren't lost?
• and when all the stars have fallen one last time and the skies are crumbling into my hands and the sirens are bleeding out on the beaches and the earth fades; you will remain
• if you buy into the wizard's bullshit, soon you're all standing waist-deep in things you didn't even know could exist and no one has any clue how to stop him
• It was all awesome. Then the robots took over.
• can it be that it was all so simple then
• I remember when all this was trees
• flowers come from the ground, where their souls are trapped all winter
• She grew a little older, while he was telling her
• born under candlelight just from the edge of a knife, was it a life? or was it a light at all?
• all lost things must go somewhere
• I went to Atlanta and all I got was this lousy pile of junk
• Half a circle -- my foray into long lost geometry
• Boy, I was sure lucky to be born into the one true faith!
• All the while he was talking she was thinking what his whiskers would feel like on the back of her neck
• I was into them after they were hip
• I tiptoe back into myself so I can run from what I was
• A dose of mystery slipped into her cocktail while she was in the ladies' room
• How Gudrun cast herself into the Sea, but was brought ashore again
• Walking along the street where I grew up
• Where are you, caught up in the burden of it all
• Where are all the women photographers?
• He was confirming to himself that they were laughing with him after all
• In unlit streets, running wild in the dark, creatures of the Void are seeking what was lost
• I'd rather be lost than be where you call home
• There was a time when I got lost wherever I went.
• that's where she lost me as I began imagining my family amongst blood-dripped hedges
• because I am lazy and enjoy staring blankly into space (which is also the space where novels come from)
• How the West Was Lost
• except that church was Episcopal with an ongoing history of bursting into flames
• It all burned up in the fire there was nothing left
• I fried myself in The Finnish E2 Get-Together, and all I got was a hippie song stuck in my head
• I've got to get away from all this escapism
• Tell all the Truth, but tell it slant
• All that work for nothing in an immoral black suit.
• the cause of, and solution to, all of life's problems
• Someday we will all be crude oil and diamonds
• Styrofoam Boots/It's All Nice On Ice
• One letter can make all the difference
• What were you before you were anything at all?
• All Flesh Must Be Eaten
• I'm out; I'm free. Down here the night air is purple. What do I do with it all?
• Top five Atari 2600 games of all time
• Loophole Abusing a Magic Cauldron, Chapter 11: Where Are you Going, My Little One?
• All Your Placentas Are Belong To Us
• Green Grass Grows All Around
• All Hail Brother Seamen
• Spring doesn't care about you at all
• All Through the Rain and Squally Weather
• Why are all senses but vision abstract?
• We Are All Prostitutes
• Loving U Thru It All
• fah-q all (user)
• make all
• All's Fair in Love and War

If you Log in you could create a "it grew into an ecstasy where all existence was lost in the vortex of movement" node. If you don't already have an account, you can register here.