Quotes About Ethereal

A sight to dream of, not to tell!

Never be afraid to learn from the ether...That's where knowledge lives before someone hunts it, kills it, and mounts it in a book.

People think live is, you know, this spiritual thing, the lama said. This 'feeling'. But that's not my thing. In my book, love is physical act. Love is not ethereal. Love is sticking by someone when they're in the nuthouse. Love is when you keep calling someone when they don't call you back. Love is dirty and solid. Love is, you know, earth and shit and blood and hair.

The body, she says, is subject to the force of gravity. But the soul is ruled by levity, pure.

Nothing I have ever read before or since contains such a mood of pure unearthliness. Wraiths and Dark Lords and devils from fantasy stories seem quaint and old-fashioned, and are more likely to invoke nostalgia rather than awe; aliens from science fiction stories share our laws of nature, and come from our universe. The inhuman presences and monsters of the Night Land, on the other hand, are cloaked in impenetrable mystery.

Their laughter was like the stridulation of the ghosts of grasshoppers.

chased by the shadows of clouds.

A streak of presence surrounded by a dim glow of absence.

Finally, consciousness itself may end or vanish in a humanity that has become completely etherealized, losing the close-knit organism, becoming masses of atoms in space communicating by radiation, and ultimately perhaps resolving itself entirely into light. That may be an end or a beginning, but from here it is out of sight.

I am not in the body of life. I hover on the extremities. I float.

For this I see, that we, all we that live, Are but vain shadows, unsubstantial dreams.

I dreamed that I floated at will in the great Ether, and I saw this world floating also not far off, but diminished to the size of an apple. Then an angel took it in his hand and brought it to me and said, "This must thou eat." And I ate the world. —Ralph Waldo Emerson

The goddesses that dwell Far along invisible Are my favorite gods.

Small white clouds floated in the blue sky above, and on the street a flute vendor was playing the flute - a sharp, soft, sinuous, Oriental tune that twisted and turned in the ear like embroidery, like a picture of a dream in a novel, a trail of white mist coming out from under the bed curtain and unfurling all sorts of images, slowly uncoiling like a lazy snake, till finally the drowsiness is just too great, and even the dream falls asleep.

Angels can fly because they carry no burdens.

Angels shine from without because their spirits are lit from within by the light of God.

What he had yearned to embrace was not the flesh but a downy spirit, a spark, the impalpable angel that inhabits the flesh.

You look at any poetic creature: muslin, ether, demigoddess, millions of delights; then you look into the soul and find the most ordinary crocodile!

La belleza no es más que aquello que podría ser eterno

Nunca perseguí la gloria ni dejar en la memoria de los hombres mi canción; yo amo los mundos sutiles, ingrávidos y gentiles como pompas de jabón. Me gusta verlos pintarse de sol y grana, volar bajo el cielo azul, temblar súbitamente y quebrarse.

I have scarcely touched the sky and I am made of it.

I figure I basically am a ghost. I think we all are.

I'd love to come back as the most annoying ghost ever.

If you look like a ghost, you feel like a ghost.