Quotes About Euphoria

Did I feel all that? So much? As sounds decays into inadudibility, euphoria decays into indifference, and that is always unexpected, the way exalted feelings are weakened, undone by time.

Laughing is the sensation of feeling good all over and showing it principally in one spot.

And then I sagged forward, utterly spent, emptied…light as air. I felt like I could have floated up and out…slipping through the open window and drifting away across the rooftops and satellite dishes and telephone wires…sailing away into the faintly smiling stars.

Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.

I need not sell my soul to buy bliss. Charlotte Brontë.

Garth strode into the room, his face alight with love.

One day is the best day ever.

Music, rhythm, rigadoon, without end, for no reason.

And, she was able to tell herself with some satisfaction, the man in question - one Colin Bridgerton - felt precisely the same way.... ....His earth shook, his heart leaped, and Penelope knew without a doubt that his breath was taken away as well. For a good ten seconds. Falling off a horse tended to do that to a man.

It was heaven. Forget angels, forget St. Peter and glittering harpsichords. Heaven was a dance in the arms of one's true love.

I had a feeling you'd like that," he said with a satisfied grin. "Why do I feel it . . . everywhere?" "Everywhere?" he murmured. His fingers moved between her legs. "Or here?" "Everywhere," she said breathlessly, "but there most of all.

He loved her. It was the strangest, most wonderful sensation. It was exhilarating. It was as if the world had suddenly become open to him. Clear. He understood. He understood everything he needed to know, and it was all right there in her eyes.

Have you heard of la petite mort?" "The little death?" "It's what the French call it. A metaphor, I assure you. I have always thought it more an affirmation of life. Or perhaps a reason for living." And then, with all the wicked promise he felt in his soul, he looked up at her through his lashes and murmured, "Shall I show you?

It was as if her insides were light-headed. And her heart was not beating quite properly. It wasn't racing, and it wasn't pounding … It was dancing. Singing.

We were hot, the sea was one long wave to be ridden in, our skins were dark, and time even stopped now and then and let things shimmer since time, too, is affected by beauty and will stop sometimes for a moment.

Here's to alcohol, the rose colored glasses of life.

Getting two sentences together is exhilarating. It is heaven.

Something large and happy has unfolded in my chest, erupting in a smile that won't quit. I can't remember ever feeling so light-hearted. Or is my heart full? Or bursting? Not aching, that's for sure.

They say that these are not the best of times, but they're the only times I've ever known. And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own. Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lovers eyes...and I can only stand apart and sympathize...for we are only what our situations hand us...it's either sadness or euphoria...

But me no buts, we're going to make whoopee, I tell you.

Hey I'd like to daze away to a Place like no one has known In a state of mind I could call mine That only I could own Where I could hum a tune anytime I choose, and then there is no such thing as time Where I can feel no pain just calm and sane What a place for one to find

dying should be like a birthday party to end all birthday parties.

No one's hungry in the first few seconds of a skydive.

In the spring of 1999, Wall Street's euphoria seemed to diminish. The financial weekly Barron's published a seminal article entitled "Amazon.bomb" that declared, "Investors are beginning to realize that this storybook stock has problems.