Quotes About Euphoria

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

Take me to that special place where you kiss me and the world forgets to exist.

When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.

Her mouth connected with his. Everything inside her collapsed and was constructed, simultaneously.

I fly on the wings of love.

If you fall in love, you feel forever young.

É a hora de vos embriagardes! Para não serdes escravos martirizados do tempo, embriagai-vos! Embriagai-vos sem cessar! Com vinho, poesia, virtude! Como quiserdes!

2 p.m. beer nothing matters but flopping on a mattress with cheap dreams and a beer as the leaves die and the horses die and the landladies stare in the halls; brisk the music of pulled shades, a last man's cave in an eternity of swarm and explosion; nothing but the dripping sink, the empty bottle, euphoria, youth fenced in, stabbed and shaven, taught words propped up to die.

Never had I felt so good. It was better than masturbating.

When you fight for the game, fight to win and then get the goal in the latter minutes, especially at Old Trafford, it's a wonderful, amazing feeling.

More than anything, I just want people to, like, let themselves be taken on the ride that 'Euphoria' will be over eight episodes and just, like, let it, like, hit them.

One of the most powerful feelings in the world is after a really, really long run.

She was buried in his flesh. She throbbed in the beat of his pulses. She was wine in his blood, a music in his heart.

Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is - and still not caring.

There are three mental states that interest me. These are: one, amnesia; two, euphoria; three, ecstasy. Amnesia is not knowing who one is and wanting desperately to find out. Euphoria is not knowing who one is and not caring. Ecstasy is knowing exactly who one is - and still not caring.

I was happy, free in a way I had never been, ever. It was the oddest sensation. Not ecstasy, not satisfaction, not a surfeit of pleasure or accomplishment. It was a purer delight, a rogue anticipation with certainty.

songs of unreasonable joy.

I stroked every inch of his golden skin. Sucked his earlobes. I know the quality of the hair in his armpit. I fingered the dimples in his upper lip. I poured red wine in his navel and drank its spill. There's no place on my body his lips did not turn into bolts of lightning. Oh God..I have to stop reliving our lovemaking. I have to forget how new it felt every single time. Both fresh and somehow eternal. I'm tone deaf, but fucking him made me sing.

The downside is that walking isn't quite enough to bring on a high unless it leaves you seriously breathless. The feeling-great part only really kicks in after an intense run at a pace where it's difficult to hold a conversation.

Margrethe watched them paralyzed by the intensity of the emotions moving through her. So much pain and euphoria, a sense that even though her own heart was broken, the world could contain such beauty and magic she almost could not bear it? What did her own pain matter, in the face of that?

There's no other word that comes close to describing how you make me feel. Nothing.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd

She was drunk on the magic of the night, giddy with glamour, swept away by beauties she had dreamt of all her life and never dared hope to know.

Our hearts are drunk with a beauty our eyes could never see.