Quotes About Euphoria

Meditation essentially means having a great time.

Wonder - the sensation of being whisked out of time and space...to be bathed in ... epiphanous delight.

Happiness compresses time, makes it dense and bright, pocketsized.

She seems to be in a state of what can only be described as unbearable well-being.

It's wonderful to get lost in a piece of music, she'd said. To forget your name for a while.

And like Billy Bray, I go my way, and my left foot says "Glory," and my right foot says "Amen": in and out of Shadow Creek, upstream and down, exultant, in a daze, dancing, to the twin silver trumpets of praise

I crossed Homewood and ran up the block. The joy multiplied as I ran--I ran never actually quite leaving the ground--and multiplied still as I felt my stride begin to fumble and my knees begin to quiver and stall. The joy multiplied even as I slowed bumping to a walk. I was all but splitting, all but shooting sparks. Blood coursed freely inside my lungs and bones, a light-shot stream like air. I couldn't feel the pavement at all.

Frances is feeling a familiar yet unnameably old feeling. One she hadn't known was ever hers to forget. Happiness.

It was like a bird of rarest-spun heaven metal or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now.

It had been a wonderful evening and what I needed now, to give it the perfect ending, was a little of the Ludwig Van.

I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death

I had traveled across Asia for six months with a backpack when I was twenty-two. My mood on those exotic days in Katmandu and Da Nang alternated between euphoria and lonely terror. I had traveler's checks that I kept with my passport in a little sack that I wore under my T-shirt at all times, afraid that someone would snatch it and then I would be completely fucked.

A crystalline moment shatters, and the world is a different place. Where there was confinement, now there is release. Recoiling from my sudden liberation, my left arm flings downcanyon, opening my shoulders to the south, and I fall back against the northern wall of the canyon, my mind is surfing on euphoria. As I stare at the wall where not twelve hours ago I etched "RIP OCT 75 ARON APR 03," a voice shouts in my head: I AM FREE!

I am caught in a kind of wonder, I am still with joy.

she could go from a blissful euphoria to a desperate misery. She had no control over her emotions.

Simon and Garfunkel

Life should be blissful, and blissful doesn't mean just a small happiness. It's huge. It is profound.

The sum of earthly bliss.

And now, it seems, they are all here: the handsome masculine ones desired alike by men and women; the gushing swishes, hands aflutter like wings; the few stray women secure among the men who will idolize them but not love them; and as in any group of homosexuals and those lured for whatever reason to them, there is here a mood of superficial good humor, of euphoria bordering on hysteria. So

When his clock was inside my body, it wasn't just a clock engaged in the act of penetration, it felt like a gun of pure euphoria, a weapon, yes, but one meant only to calm all my fears in the rootless world. An instrument of both reassurance and forgetfulness.

Bull markets are born on pessimism, grow on skepticism, mature on optimism and die of euphoria.

Abrieron la puerta y se recibieron a besos: besos que erizaban los párpados, la piel, el vello púbico, que ocultaban los compromisos, los sueños, que despojaban de la ropa, el futuro, la inteligencia.

But sometimes, something else happens onstage: from the minute you start playing you just know you can do no wrong. It's as if your hands are moving independently of your brain; you don't even have to concentrate, you just feel as free as a bird, you can do anything you want. Those are the gigs you live for, and Dodger Stadium was like that, on both days.

Inebriate of Air—am I—And Debauchee of Dew—Reeling—through endless summer days—From inns of Molten Blue—