Quotes About Ethereal

People always think I'm so calm and ethereal. But my family certainly doesn't feel that way all the time. They tease me about it.

Como el océano, el desierto o los glaciares, tampoco las tapias del cementerio ponen límites a mi existencia puramente imaginaria.

They take little interest in waking life, choosing to lie most of the time in death-like sleep." "Then

I have not died as men may die, nor sinned as men have sinned, But I have reached a misty sky upon a granite wind.

Wisps of her dreams still clung about her . . .

A cat is only technically an animal, being divine.

Beauty and the devil are the same thing.

I saw the lake of Hali, thin and blank, without a ripple or wind to stir it, and I saw the towers of Carcosa behind the moon. Aldebaran, the Hyades, Alar, Hastur, glided through the cloud-rifts which fluttered and flapped as they passed like the scolloped tatters of the King in Yellow.

The people faded away, the arches, the vaulted roof vanished. I raised my seared eyes to the fathomless glare; and I saw the black stars hanging in the heavens: and the wet winds from the Lake of Hali chilled my face. (In The Court of the Dragon)

Mysteries make one dream of unendurable bewitchments, they have the fragrance of something quite, quite unspeakably beautiful.

The ghosts . . . try to remember the sunlight. Light has died out of their skies.

Any of the others can clutch a phantom!

He's never there, and yet he's always there

The edge of the world crept into view, at least to the straining wide-open eyes, limned and outlined in gray on gray, infinitely dim, infinitely subtle, hardly there at all, part imagination, and part hope. Then pale gold fingers probed the gray, moving, ethereal, as if deciding. And then spreading, igniting some thin and distant layer one molecule at a time, one lumen, lighting it up slowly, turning it luminous and transparent, the glass of the bowl, not white and cold, but tinted warmer.

Then pale gold fingers probed the gray, moving, ethereal, as if deciding. And then spreading, igniting some thin and distant layer one molecule at a time, one lumen, lighting it up slowly, turning it luminous and transparent, the glass of the bowl, not white and cold, but tinted warmer.

And who doesn't long for the door in the air.

Because the thing is, as Milo and my friends taught me, ghosts do exist. They don't have to be the creepy monsters that cause nightmares or do harm. They can take the form of memories, of feelings, or of a hard-to-define presence. Or of something else that's impossible to explain, but that's totally okay—just because something can't be explained doesn't mean it doesn't exist.

it's only a dream

The apartment was now a ghost:

The sky was Alice blue (one

I want to be just a pure spiritual leader.

I'm not religious. I would say I'm more spiritual than religious.

He is in me, and I in Him! Mine is the crystal radiance That filleth æther to the brim Wherein all stars and suns may dance. I am the beautiful and glad, Rejoicing in the golden day.

Sleep I forget. Her silky breath no longer fans my ears; I dream I float on some forgotten stream that hath a saviour still of death