Quotes About Ethereal

If you see yourself as an object, then others will too. An ethereal, dreamlike air will heighten the effect.

The Dark One was not a being. It was the darkness between. Between lights, between moments, between eyeblinks.

sky, and fleecy white clouds billowed across it.

I wish we could see perfumes as well as smell them. I'm sure they would be very beautiful.

pointed firs coming out against the pink sky- and that white orchard and the old Snow Queen. Isn't the breath of the mint delicious? And that tea rose- why, it's a song and a hope and a prayer all in one.

Hayallerde t?pk? gölgeler gibi, onlar? kafese koyamazs?n, sürekli dans etmek isteyen ele avuca s??maz ÅŸeyler...

More of a moonbeam than a sunbeam

Isn't 'dusk' a lovely word? I like it better than twilight. It sounds so velvety and shadowy and... and... dusky.

It was all real and blazing with detail. But I was shadow, light as mist, mute as the wallpaper.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.

If I could turn into a wisp of smoke, I could slip into them and disappear.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

She leaned out of the window slow and sleepy, and the light came through her nightdress like sand through a sieve.

'You're like starlight, ' Cam whispered, and his teeth scraped up my jaw. I shivered. 'I could lose myself in you.'

Heaven doesn't laugh. It just smiles and stares.

And the enticement to seek a rose without thorns is never far away and always difficult to resist.

Your soul animates your body, but is not contained

The sky is white.

a phantasm, a pink-palmed jinn, a ghost from one of the drowned cities.

she was in this life, but not of it.

all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.

A kind of golden hour one remembers for a life time... Everything was touched with magic.

Man's life is but a jest, A dream, a shadow, bubble, air, a vapor at the best.

Some things cannot be explained. This is part of the magic of life. There cannot be a word or an idea or a definition attached to everything.