Quotes About Ethereal

Transpiro... Me toco. Siento que mis manos ya no son mis manos... Mi piel ya no es mi piel... Me encuentro en un estado rarísimo.. como si rozara la realidad, pero no pudiendo permanecer dentro de ella. Como si mi persona no estuviese allí, en ese lugar.

Great literature] lifts you out of the here and now and brings you closer to the angels.

I had the weird sensation that I had stepped through a veil, and passed unwittingly from one realm into another …

The vibe of my wedding is kind of going to be ethereal. Simple and modern, in a way, but with a lot of greenery. So, eucalyptus, olive branches, moss, and candles - it's going to be very... I want it to feel very comfortable, but obviously sleek.

We're not earthly beings any more... we're cosmic beings.

Everything that happens to me is very cosmic.

I've never once in my life had a tan - I'm basically a ghost!

As the wind, wandering over the sea, takes from each wave an invisible portion, and brings to those on shore the ethereal essence of ocean, so the air lingering among the woods and hedges—green waves and billows—became full of fine atoms of summer.

He looked up at me with angelic eyes. "Doing what?" "You know what. You're luring me in. You know I can't resist-

Fucking angels

she seemed too beautiful and too ethereal to be part of this dreary landscape.

It seemed to be suspended by some invisible thread, like a toy bird hanging from the ceiling.

dream-canals and heard a phantom song pealing high between vaporous grey wave-lapped walls.

Their faces are like sunlight on water, a thousand tumbling jacks of white and silver.

Nothing came out. Suddenly I was hovering, looking down on myself from above.

A city of harelipped ghosts

Far beyond the trees, the sun peeked its carroty face over the dark blue water, sweeping away the silvery darkness.

a vase full of flowers: dark red and pale pink in a cloud of baby's breath.

Gud hvor De ser ut som en sån melankolsk fabelkat.

That is because the most subtle and delicate wishes of evil are not for a physical wound but for a spiritual.

When the Golden Temple reflected the evening sun or shone in the moon, it was the light of the water (in the pond before it) that made the entire structure look as if it were mysteriously floating along and flapping its wings. The strong bonds of the temple's form were loosened by the reflection of the quivering water, and at such moments the Golden Temple seemed to be constructed of materials like wind and water and flame that are commonly in motion.

relationship between humans and a small group of ethereal

Lady Sylvia flapped across the room like an opaque protoplasm propelling itself over a sand-bank.

There is a spectre inside every photograph.