Euphoria Quotes

“We were together. I forget the rest.”
― Walt Whitman

“I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.

32. I think I could turn and live with animals, they're so placid and self-contained,
I stand and look at them and long.

They do not sweat and whine about their condition.
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins.
They do not make me sick discussiong their duty to God,
Not one is dissatisfied, not one is demented with the mania of owning things,
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind that lived thousands of years ago,
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the earth.

52. The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and loitering.

I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.”
― Walt Whitman, Song of Myself

“She was a free bird one minute: queen of the world and laughing. The next minute she would be in tears like a porcelain angel, about to teeter, fall and break. She never cried because she was afraid that something 'would' happen; she would cry because she feared something that could render the world more beautiful, 'would not' happen.”
― Roman Payne, The Wanderess

“He touched my soul long before I knew what his hands felt like.”
― Nikki Rowe

“Occasionally in life there are those moments of unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely explained by those symbols called words. Their meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible language of the heart.”
― Martin Luther King Jr.

“It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life for me
And I'm feeling good”
― Leslie Bricusse, The Leslie Bricusse Songbook

“Marijuana enhances our mind in a way that enables us to take a different perspective from 'high up', to see and evaluate our own lives and the lives of others in a privileged way. Maybe this euphoric and elevating feeling of the ability to step outside
the box and to look at life’s patterns from this high perspective is the inspiration behind the slang term “high” itself.”
― Sebastian Marincolo

“Two kisses in one kiss was all it took, a comfort, a warmth, perhaps temporary, perhaps false, but reassuring nonetheless, and mine, and theirs, ours, all three of us giggling, insane giggles and laughter with still more kisses on the way, and I remember a brief instant then, out of the blue, when I suddenly glimpsed my own father, a rare but oddly peaceful recollection, as if he actually approved of my play in the way he himself had always laughed and played, great updrafts of light, burning off distant plateaus of bistre & sage, throwing him up like an angel, high above the red earth, deep into the sparkling blank, the tender sky that never once let him down, preserving his attachment to youth, propriety and kindness, his plane almost, but never quite, outracing his whoops of joy, trailing him in his sudden turn to the wind, followed then by a near vertical climb up to the angles of the sun, and I was barely eight and still with him and yes, that was the thought that flickered madly through me, a brief instant of communion, possessing me with warmth and ageless ease, causing me to smile again and relax as if memory alone could lift the heart like the wind lifts a wing, and so I renewed my kisses with even greater enthusiasm, caressing and in turn devouring their dark lips, dark with wine and fleeting love, an ancient memory love had promised but finally never gave, until there were too many kisses to count or remember, and the memory of love proved not love at all and needed a replacement, which our bodies found, and then the giggles subsided, and the laughter dimmed, and darkness enfolded all of us and we gave away our childhood for nothing and we died and condoms littered the floor and Christina threw up in the sink and Amber chuckled a little and kissed me a little more, but in a way that told me it was time to leave.”
― Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves

“We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.”
― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

“Huge difference between being happy at will, and chasing euphoric moments as an escape. One doesn't cost a dime, the other will tax your soul.”
― T.F. Hodge, From Within I Rise: Spiritual Triumph over Death and Conscious Encounters with "The Divine Presence"

“To the night, I am a body without a past or a future, a pillar that bends light. The night doesn't know my name.”
― Zeyn Joukhadar, The Thirty Names of Night

“I might just end up writing again
a howl instead--
of an era ripped open;
poetry that is soaked in the sweetness of
euphoria
is not taking shape in my mind.”
― Suman Pokhrel

“Thinking about it again and again,
I get caught up in the euphoria of memory lane.
Still wondering if it's all in my head,
Or was there an actual spark- Something that you said.
Cause, missing you is the only thing that has been constant.”
― Somya V

“Fools, as it has long been said, are indeed separated, soon or eventually, from their money. So, alas, are those who, responding to a general mood of optimism, are captured by a sense of their own financial acumen. Thus it has been for centuries; thus in the long future it will also be.”
― John Kenneth Galbraith, A Short History of Financial Euphoria

“Seeking to eliminate pain nonetheless puts it at the heart of the system. As a result, today we suffer from not wanting to suffer just as one can make oneself ill by trying to be perfectly healthy. Furthermore, we now tell ourselves a strange fable about a society completely devoted to hedonism, and for which everything becomes an irritation, a torture. Unhappiness is not only unhappiness;
it is, worse yet, a failure to be happy.”
― Pascal Bruckner, Perpetual Euphoria: On the Duty to Be Happy

“The recurrent and sadly erroneous belief that effortless enrichment is an entitlement associated with what is thought to be exceptional financial perspicacity and wisdom is not something that yields to legislative remedy.”
― John Kenneth Galbraith, A Short History of Financial Euphoria

“The fear of love is not rare
The words”I love you”
can give a good scare
Holding someone’s heart is terrifying
But what euphoria love can bring”
― Lidia Longorio, Hey Humanity

“We now have every right except the right not to be blissful.”
― Pascal Bruckner, Perpetual Euphoria: On the Duty to Be Happy

“Jump inside a painting till you retouch your life with colors of euphoria.”
― Suyasha Subedi

“Lilies bloom when we laugh together.”
― Suyasha Subedi

“Blinking and it's dripping, the wet eyes
The cold tears or foggy breath
Pitter patter, but the melting one
The deafening silence, shining

My amusement, my curtains
The cold, behind the landscape
The conscious of aftermath
Missing, night lamp lighting

A symbolic gesture, raising my arm
My bewilderment, this work done
The cost of life, my uneven quilts
These slurks of cold air, slowly entering

By and by grabbed, a handful of curtain
Failed to judge, the end of same
Eventually, discovered the light
Flashing my eyes, my un-dilated pupil

The pane partiality covered, but visible
The range of Bimar Narsar, like a bride
It's blanket of white, flashing everywhere
It's been snowing throughout the dark”
― Mohammad Hafiz Ganie, No Book: Some Forsaken Words

“Love is a feeling validated by series of kind actions. When the initial euphoria of love wanes, the series of kind actions validates the love.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu

“How’s it going?” People have not always greeted each other in this way: they invoked divine protection for themselves, and they did not bow before a commoner the way they bowed before a nobleman. In order for the formula “How’s it going?” to appear, we had to leave the feudal world and enter the democratic era, which presupposes a minimal degree of equality between individuals, subject to oscillations in their moods. According to one legend, the French expression “ça va?” is of medical origin: how do you defecate? A vestige of a time when intestinal regularity was seen as a sign of good health.

This lapidary, standardized formality corresponds to the principle of economy and constitutes the minimal social bond in a mass society that seeks to include people from all over. But it is sometimes less a routine than a way of intimating something: we want to force the person met to situate himself, we want to petrify him, subject him to a detailed examination. What are you up to? What’s happened to you? A discreet summons that commands everyone to expose himself for what he really is. In a world that makes movement a canonical value, there is an interest in how things are going, even if we don’t know where. That’s why a “how’s it going?” that expects no answer is more human than one that is full of concern but wants to strip you bare and force you to give a moral accounting for yourself. This is because the fact of being is no longer taken for granted, and we have to pay permanent attention to our internal barometers. Are things going as well as I say, or am I embellishing them? That is why many people evade the question and move to another topic, assuming that the interlocutor is perceptive enough to discern in their “fine” a discreet depression. Then there is this terrible expression of renunciation: “Okay, I guess,” as if one had to let the days and hours pass without taking part in them. But why, after all, do things have to be going well? Asked daily to justify ourselves, it often happens that we are so opaque to ourselves that the answer no longer has any meaning other than as a formality.

“You’re looking good today.” Flowing over us like honey, this compliment has the effect of a kind of consecration: in the confrontation between the radiant and the grouchy, I am on the right side. And now I am, through a bit of verbal magic, raised to the summit of a subtle and ever-changing hierarchy. But the following day another, ruthless verdict is handed down: “You look terrible today.” This observation executes me at point-blank range, deprives me of the splendid position where I thought I had taken up permanent residence. I have not proven worthy of the caste of the magnificent, I am a pariah and have to slink along walls, trying to conceal the fact that I look ill.

Ultimately, “how’s it going?” is the most futile and the most profound of questions. To answer it precisely, one would have to make a scrupulous inventory of one’s psyche, considering each aspect in detail. No matter: we have to say “fine” out of politeness and civility and change the subject, or else ruminate the question during our whole lives and reserve our reply for afterward.”
― Pascal Bruckner, Perpetual Euphoria: On the Duty to Be Happy

“The mirthroot wrapped soft, sweet arms around his mind and dragged him into its shimmering pool.
Ruhn let himself drown in it, too mellow to do anything but let the music wash over him, his body sinking into the mattress, until he was falling through shadows and starlight. The strings of the song hovered overhead, golden threads that glittered with sound. Was he still moving his body? His eyelids were too heavy to lift to check.”
― Sarah J. Maas, House of Earth and Blood

“My body of a sudden blazed;
And twenty minutes more or less
It seemed, so great my happiness,
That I was blessed and could bless.”
― W.B. Yeats

“They looked up against the darkening sky and saw the fog curling over the edge of the ridges, perhaps 2,000 feet above them—and they felt that special kind of pride of a person who in a foolish moment accepts an impossible dare—then pulls it off to perfection.”
― Alfred Lansing, Endurance: Shackleton's Incredible Voyage

“Delayed gratification is the basis of euphoria.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Capturing the Devil

“I wish I could take it all in, hold it in my arms or be held in its arms. Something is swelling inside me, getting larger and larger... I sigh. "What's the matter, Katerina? Are you sad?" everyone asks. "No," I answer. "I'm perfectly happy.”
― Margarita Liberaki, Three Summers

“Holy Moments are going to make you insanely happy.”
― Matthew Kelly, Holy Moments: A Handbook for the Rest of Your Life

“We often think happiness comes from the situations in our lives, when it actually comes from the way we choose to relate to the situations in our lives.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones