Quotes About Euphoria

Incredible nervous state, trepidation beyond words: to be this much in love is to be sick (and I love to be sick).

Music, the greatest good that mortals know, and all of heaven we have below.

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

When you win, nothing hurts.

The bliss e'en of a moment still is bliss.

And there are no words left, try as men may, to describe that little death, that incandescent instant when, transacted with mutual love, there is no difference between sweet submission and exquisite conquest.

I am afloat on a sea of foaming joy and delight.

Heaven. I love the way you fit inside me.

Everybody loves a horror story because it's a roller coaster ride -you wait for the slow ride to the top then speed down with all the bumps, twists and turns.

Music, the greatest good that mortals know and all of heaven we have hear below.

They were amazed by each other, stunned silent, all in the circle of cypresses and night wind. The world outside was gone, nothing. Inside that circle the air was unfurling new colors, it was changing to something that cascaded and fountained pure gold and dazzle, and every breath changed them too.

Fizz had a phrase for those manic occasions when you scaled every final peak, fell off the other side and passed out. Mightysatiety. The oblivion of maximum pleasure.

The delight you feel in that split second you score your first hundred is so intense it can't be repeated.

Heroin got the drive awright-but there's not a tingle to a ton-you got to get M to get the tingle-tingle.

I don't know that I've ever felt as happy as I did that day, but then again, it was always like that when we were together. I never wanted it to end.

If you are already happy, music heightens your joy.

It is ethanol that everyone is after when they drink alcoholic beverages. That is what gives us the euphoric feeling, and that is what all vendors of alcoholic drinks are selling.

I want you to know that it is pleasure, not pain, that is your birthright.

He tasted like love to her. Like everything sensual. Dark, dangerous and wholly wonderful.

It was wondrous. Almost unbelievable. Like champagne bubbles, but in her soul. She felt effervescent. And so in love.

Her mouth was a miracle, plain and simple. Heaven. He had never believed in heaven or God until that moment. Until he found it in her.

Hot. Tight. Wet. Perfect. He knew what paradise was, right there in his woman's mouth.

It was a machine-gun orgasm, dark chocolate, spring water in the desert, a hallelujah chorus and the cavelry coming to the rescue all at once.

Where ever I am is paradise because I'm there. I am Joy itself.