Quotes About Ethereal

I see ghosts all the time, all the time.

I love ghosts - I'm a ghost person and have been most of my life.

I like to believe there are ghosts all over the place!

Nothing could be lovelier than running across the Golden Gate Bridge in the middle of the fog.

I rarely write about magic in the waving wands, Harry Potter sense. Usually "magic" isn't even mentioned because it isn't a separate power, it's part of the natural world.

Oh, I am an angel, though sometimes I wish I was more of a devil.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

Souls are not designed to float around in thin air.

Beauty and the devil are the same thing.

Everyone thinks I'm ethereal. But I'm not like that, you know. I'm not ethereal. Well, I might have a little bit of that quality to me, that 'old soul' thing, but I'm not ethereal.

extraordinarily beautiful, and slightly out of focus.

Four AM last call proved to me that the late-night hours had a mystical, ethereal quality ripe with dangerous possibilities.

stars are the spirits of good men

I feel like cotton candy: sugar and air. Squeeze me and I'd turn into a small sickly damp wad of weeping pinky-red.

What mysteries remain to be revealed in the nervous system, that web of structures both material and ethereal, that network of threads that runs throughout the body, composed of a thousand Ariadne's clues, all leading to the brain, that shadowy central den where the human bones lie scattered and the monsters lurk

Yes, they know her. They touch her lips, gather her words, fly away with the message, disappear into the dark. Pass through the membrane that separates this world from the unseen world that lies just underneath it.

More recently, some of us have been able to infiltrate the new ethereal-wave system that now encircles the globe, and to travel around that way, looking out at the world through the flat, illuminated surfaces that serve as domestic shrines. Perhaps that's how the gods were able to come and go as quickly as they did back then—they must have had something like that at their disposal.

grey as a used angel

Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world, because

Nothing. Just that sound, like the sound of starlight scratching its way through outer space: kkkkkkk.

I do not like the outlines of things to be too sharp. I like them gently blurred, a little hazy.

Time flows in strange ways on Sundays, and sights become mysteriously distorted.

UBIQUITY, n. The gift or power of being in all places at one time, but not in all places at all times, which is omnipresence, an attribute of God and the luminiferous ether only.

There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream.