Quotes About Euphoria

Intoxication, like sexual euphoria, is the privilege of the human animal. Sexual frenzy is our compensation for the tedious moments we must suffer in the passage of life. "Nothing in excess" professed the ancient Greeks. Why, if I spend half the month in healthy scholarship and pleasant sleep, shouldn't I be allowed the other half to howl at the moon and pillage the groins of Europe's great beauties?

Even the memory of cradling her in my arms is pure euphoria. And all that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.

All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria.

Learn to write well and you will walk on water and turn wine into opium. You will speak a thousand new tongues and talk to the gods. You will live in constant and everlasting euphoria.

All that I ask out of life is that it be constant and unending euphoria. And so, I make love and I write.

What sweetness lies in wait each time I bring your lips to mine, a confection so perfect that its syrup infuses my daydreams and beomes real when I close my eyes. Razi (From The Mercy of Thin Air)

We efface an hour by passionate love, without twists, without aftertaste. When it is finished, it is not finished, we lie still in each other's arms lulled by our love, by tenderness -- sensuality in which the whole being can participate.

That last afternoon in Henry's hotel room was for me like a white-hot furnace. Before, I had only white heat of the mind and of the imagination; now it is of the blood. Sacred completeness. I come out dazed in the mellow spring evening and I think, now I would not mind dying.

happiness is something from which fever is absent.

Her beauty goes to my head.

I love when you say: 'All that happens is good.' I say, 'All that happens is wonderful.' For me it is all symphonic, and I am so aroused by living—God, Henry, in you alone I have found the same swelling enthusiasm, the same quick rising of the blood, the fullness. Before, I almost used to think there was something wrong. Everybody else seemed to have the brakes on. And when I feel your excitement about life flaring, next to mine, it makes me dizzy.

On what wings does she take flight from Henry? As if the sensual act had been but a mouth applied to an opium pipe.

Her thighs are oiled and dark, and oblivion never felt as good as it does now

She moved closer, gripping Reed's biceps and tilting back her head to give him better access. He took the cue, pulling her against him, nudging her arms up around his neck, then slanting his mouth across hers and kissing her senseless. It was a wildly erotic awakening, hot and slow and shivering with promise.

It was one of the best nights of my life.

I feel racing and suspension all at once.

In nature there is nothing melancholy

For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.

It was just perfect, just right all at once.

What a happiness it would be to cry.

joie de vivre.

Initial euphoria would give way to shock, shock to horror, and then, as the killing dragged on with no end in sight, horror to a kind of benumbed despair.

He makes me feel like that. Like flying.

This is. The apotheosis. Of how she makes me feel.