Quotes About Ethereal

I like vaporous clothing with flowers and colors.

My all-time favourite classic use of ricotta is in gnudi: fluffy, cheesy dumplings of almost ethereal, feathery lightness.

Of course there must be lots of Magic in the world, but people don't know what it is like or how to make it.

Suddenly it seemed as if he might a sort of wood fairy who might be gone when she came into the garden again. He seemed too good to be true.

There was a collage of dead butterflies on the wall.

You cannot fix your gaze upon it! Senses cannot record it. No words describe it. -Alia

there might be a certain fastidious courtesy in dying without a trace

In a way, you are poetry material; You are full of cloudy subtleties I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. Words burst in your essence and you carry their dust in the pores of your ethereal individuality.

that wasn't mere beauty, but an aberration of heaven

Weightlessly, bonelessly, bodilessly walked for two hours through the streets

Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.

When we are touched by something it's as if we're being brushed by an angel's wings.

The sound of a million butterflies flapping their wings is indescribable. It's very heavenly.

Do ghosts drink tea? They don't, said Tansey. But this ghost would love to see a cup of tea in front of her. It'd be lovely.

Surely you don't think that the world is a rule for measuring the universe. The are entities we never dream of floating under our very noses.

Ma i libri [...] pesano tanto: eppure, chi se ne ciba e se li mette in corpo, vive tra le nuvole.

Estávamos ali com o céu em nós. As mãos, unindo os nervos, faziam das duas criaturas uma só, mas uma só criatura seráfica. Os olhos continuaram a dizer coisas infinitas, as palavras de boca é que nem tentavam sair, tornavam ao coração caladas como vinham... 

The power to console is not within corporeal reach - though its attempt is precious.

Around her hair there was a saffron aureole, and her skin was a sea shell...

It is part of her beauty, this quality of being not quite there, dreamlike.

a beautiful voice that haunted people

Ethereal or promiscuous, she is stigmatized by the awesome drive behind her desire, the restlessness of her soul on earth, the mercilessness of her passion, [...] Her desire is grandiose and amoral, beyond the timidity she practices and the conscious morality she knows. She is stigmatized by her capacity for passion, not unlike artistic genius, the great wildness of a soul forever discontent with existing forms and their meanings; but she, unlike the artist, has no adequate means of expression.

FRED THE GHOSTLY GHOST

Such is the power of death -- to strip away breath and transform a person into an airy abstraction.