Quotes About Euphoria

His lips ever so gently touched mine, and suddenly I felt everything stirring inside me grow wings, let loose, and fly.

Love me like Saturday night, like three glasses of champagne, like the room is spinning, like you're drunk on my love.

I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.

Your love intoxicates me into an intoxication of intoxicating intoxication.

And then in a moment of pure magic, our lips touch tenderly and sensitively!

When you fall in love, you land on a cloud.

When you get lost in love, you become oblivious to oblivion.

She's the kind of girl who brings you to the moon without you even being aware. The kind of girl you trip in love with, The kind of girl you never forget.

Ah! That glance of yours did some magic on me, you were not aware of. For once I died and was reborn.

Being in love has the same effect as being on drugs.

Love is the suspension of reality in favor of the sublime.

How beautiful it is to feel that what you cannot describe?

Poetry keeps mein a highly drunken stateof divinity.

When I touch you, it makes me trembling.I feel like I've lost myself, existentially.Your lips on mine makes me feel likeI'm flying across the universe, without aimlessly.

Holding her hand was like a key turning a tumbler. My body melted. My breath calmed. As the minutes passed, I seemed to get smaller. The heavens grew enormous. When a spread of glowing stars

There is in such situations usually a moment of passion during which the unthinkable is said; this is followed by a sense of euphoria at finally being liberated; the world seems fresh, as if seen for the first time; then comes the inevitable period of doubt, the desperate and doomed backpedaling of regret; and only later, once emotions have receded, is one able to view with equanimity the journey through which one has passed.

What was love anyway, except a biological trick? It was larger doses of hormones like oxytocin and dopamine, which delivered a euphoric rush. It was lower levels of serotonin, which induced anxiety and made you focus obsessively on the object of your "love." It was elevated levels of adrenaline and norepinephrine making your heart flutter and your palms sweat. She liked Joe and he liked her. The rest was a temporary chemical imbalance.

Being dead's a drug', he says, 'you'll get hooked on it.

The pictures in this book are not of people suffering gender dysphoria but rather expressing gender euphoria. This book is about new possibilities and transcendence. The people in these pictures are truly revolutionary; they are the real winners of the battle of the sexes because they have stepped out of the ring.

Happiness was bubbling up through me, a bright stream laughing.

Yikes. Yahoo. Yum.

Finally, I drew in a long breath. It was noisy and painful and just heaven.

Wherever there is enough true happiness, there is heaven.

Ignorance is bliss.