Quotes About Ethereal

More than a shadow and less than a soul.

I am something supernatural not exactly god, ghost, spirit, angel, principle or element – There is no term for it in English.

as vivid and fabulous as a unicorn...

Some ghosts are women. Not angels, but ghosts.

and only as she dreamt of the yellow hair did moonlight sift into her mouth.

THE GHOST OF PANCAKE COURT Bean

It was a morning of ethereal splendor—such a morning as Noah knew as he gazed from his pitchy bulwarks over limitless, sunlit waters while the dove circled and mounted and became lost in the shining heavens; such a morning as only the angels saw on the first day of that rash cosmic experiment that had resulted, at the moment, in landing Corker and Pigge here in the mud, stiff and unshaven and disconsolate.

A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about.

Her beauty climbed the rolling slope, it came into the room, rustling ghost-like through the curtains...

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

And with the clumsy tools of jealousy and desire, he was trying to create the spell that is ethereal and delicate as the dust on a moth's wing

again to you, most finite and most beautiful, and taste the stuff   of half-remembered dreams, sweet and new on your mouth.

She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life of that little body had gathered for a moment around her mouth and the rest of her was a wisp that the least wind would blow away. She was a changeling whose lips were the only point of contact with reality.

The shadow of a tree fell abruptly across the dew and ghostly birds began to sing among the blue leaves.

J'aimerais attraper un de ces nuages roses, vous y enfermer, et vous envoyer rouler dans l'espace.

Let's put it this way, Mrs. Threadgoode said kindly. She's of this world, but not in it.

No sueño con poseerte. ¿Para qué? Sería traducir a plebeyo mi sueño. Poseer un cuerpo es ser banal. Soñar con poseer un cuerpo es tal vez peor, aunque sea difícil serlo: es soñarse banal, horror supremo.

All is nothing, and in the entrance hall to the Invisible, whose open door reveals merely a closed door beyond, all things dance, servants of the wind that stirs them without hands – all things, big and small, which for us and in us formed the perceptible system of the universe.

She has a look," I said, "of not altogether belonging to today.

The moon is fat and the night air is so pure it seems edible.

I learned that the mystical word Puhpowee is used not only for mushrooms, but also for certain other shafts that rise mysteriously in the night.

There was stardust in her bones.

She fell asleep, and it was a sleep as thin as the night clouds, dotted with dreams that came and went like the stars.

food for the angels.