Quotes About Ethereal

My favorite song is 'Cybele's Reverie' by Stereolab.

I like the idea of a place that is dealing with painful, messy, frightening, and very human events that is also so beautiful and ethereal.

Because I'm so pale, I am basically like a new-born fish, you can see my heart through my chest, like I'm see-through, I'm so blue.

It also allows you to look as though you're not particularly from the present, future or past, either.

etiolated skin.' Anselm blew smoke.

Uranus] is a world of mists, " said Mother wistfully. "It has no surface, you know; the wet gases of its sky thicken imperceptibly into the wetter ocean, and the liquid ocean thickens similarly into a solid core. It is a place of soft and ceaseless main, and eternal mist. Not unlike Scotland.

On 'Utopia,' I mix sick beats with ethereal elements while trying to keep the focus very much on the songwriting. If you strip any of these songs down to just the vocal and a piano, there's a real song in there.

I naturally like that dreamy, shoegazey sound on my vocals. A lot of reverb helps, and so do a lot of delay effects on everything.

To me, dance is so ethereal and elusive, so much of an illusion. After a performance, that's it. With vocals and music, you have good recordings.

el vago rosa trémulo que se ve con los ojos cerrados

What can't be known or named except in our feeble attempt to clothe it in language.

daemonic beauty

All the gods, all the heavens, all the worlds, are within us.

The bats inebriate the sky . . .

I became an ethereal sky, wrenched and stretched to dry.

Mercy is not frozen in time, but flits about frantically, unsure where to land.

I am not in the body of life. I hover on the extremities. I float.

To all light things I compared her: to a snowflake, a feather

In appearance Sachish gives the impression of a celestial being. His eyes glow; his long, slender fingers are like tongues of flame; the colour of his skin is more a luminescence than a colour. As soon as I set eyes on him I seemed to glimpse his inner self; and from that moment I loved him.

Brian Jones had this really ethereal atmosphere around him.

We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.

Angels (it is said) are often never quite sure whether they pass among the living or the dead.

Things are not all as graspable and sayable as on the whole we are led to believe; most events are unsayable. occur in a space that no word has ever penetrated

a ghost, though invisible, still is like a place