Quotes About Ethereal

Though you are three times more beautiful than angels, Though you are the sister of the river willows, I will kill you with my singing, Without spilling your blood on the ground. Not touching you with my hand, Not giving you one glance, I will stop loving you, But with your unimaginable groans I will finally slake my thirst. From her, who wandered the earth before me, Crueler than ice, more fiery than flame, From her, who still exists in the ether— From her you will set me free.

There was something vampiric about. . music. It must have sounded supernatural even to those who don't believe in the supernatural. . .the way harmony could be layered upon harmony until you felt yourself dissolving in the sound. So eloquent of dread it was, this music.

She protected me. We had the souls of each other. We loved in some realm where the natural and the preternatural meant nothing.

In fact, she had the neuter-gender quality of an angel.

The blowing mist, filled with the light of the moon, was seeking to swallow the lamps of the heavens.

Do you think that angels are detached?" asked

In the beginning were the spirits.

And what is an angel but a ghost in drag? STAN RICE from "Of Heaven" Body of Work (1983)

Stillness was dangerous for us when we were among mortals, Marius had taught me, for in stillness we appear flawless and unearthly and finally even faintly terrible to mortals, who sense that we are not what we seem.

What had Jesse said? She is made of alabaster. And alabaster is a stone through which light can pass.

something that looks human but it's a ghost

Goblin is without a doubt the most potent of the spirits, but there are other ghosts here as well.

Louis seemed an angel of death come to the window.

winter days, but distantly. Like very old ghosts.

I saw in a blue haze all the world poured flat and pale between the mountains

Vane looked back at her one last time, knowing he would never see her again. She was so beautiful there with large, amber eyes set in the pale face of a goddess. There was something about her that reminded him of a Rubens angel. She was ethereal and lovely. And far too fragile for an animal. - Vane

Between skin and skin, there is only light.

when I see you, I see mystery - a pale moon's beauty behind a veil of cloud

the bones of cirrus clouds stand out like ribs against the sky - an angel is stretching...

you are not what you seem - you're a Sylph - you leave and the air retains your image - you haunt me...

Cease, stranger, cease those witching notes, The art of syren choirs; Hush the seductive voice that floats Across the trembling wires. Music's ethereal power was given Not to dissolve our clay, But draw Promethean beams from heaven To purge the dross away.

I see you from afar—fragile and shy as a star gleaming through a cloudy rift

Your skin is transparent as distilled moonlight

Ghosts may also exist because we will them to exist.