Quotes About Ethereal

Speed thy way through the luminous spheres; behold, admire, hasten! Flying thus thou canst pause or advance without weariness. Like other men, thou wouldst fain be plunged forever in these spheres of light and perfume where now thou art, free of thy swooning body, and where thy thought alone has utterance. Fly! enjoy for a fleeting moment the wings thou shalt surely win when Love has grown so perfect in thee that thou hast no senses left; when thy whole being is all mind, all love.

I couldn't take my eyes off him. I think I heard a spirit call my name.

Supreme Court justice Potter Stewart once said he could not define pornography, but he knew it when he saw it. Reverence is a little like that. It is difficult to define, but you know it when you feel it.

And oft the starry scope of heaven beneath, When day's tumultuous sounds had ceased to breathe, With fixed feet, as rooted there, Through the long night they drew the chilly air; While sliding o'er their head, In solemn silence dread, The' ethereal orbs their shining course pursued, In holy trance enwrapt the sages stood, With folded arms laid on their reverent breast, And to that Heaven they knew, their orisons addressed.

When the angels praise God in Heaven I am sure they play Bach.

Japanese Breakfast has recorded a beautiful, ethereal reimagining of 'Head Over Heels.'

I always say I want to look haunted.

I like haunted things.

Most of the women that I like have a haunted quality - they're sort of like women who live in a haunted house all by themselves.

It was now dark enough for me to see that every flower was shining with a light of its own.

What is time, but the airy ocean in which ghosts come and go!

Prestige, the breath of life, is itself nebulous.

There are moments of exaltation and ecstasy when our thoughts become, in a way, more pure, more subtle, more ethereal. These rare moments raise us up so high, carry us so far out of ourselves, that when we fall back to earth we lose the consciousness and the memory of that intellectual intoxication. Who can understand the anchorite's mysterious visions? Who can relate the dreams of the poet before his emotion has cooled so that he can write them down for us?

Or sit they girt by laws unknown Whereto the senses serve as bars – With fire of unrecorded stars That light a heaven not our own? ("The Testimony of the Suns")

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

NÄ›kdy si ráda pÃ…â"¢edstavuju, že bydlím s pÃ…â"¢ízraky. Ne s tÄ›mi ze své minulosti - v takové nev??ím -, ale s pr?hlednými kusy myÅ¡lenek a knih visícími ve vzduchu jako hedvábné loutky.

Heaven looked like a lonely place. And

We are living in enchanted time. With our spirits right.

It was a secret time and place, you next to me, untraceable and out of this world

It feels like we've stepped outside of time. Even though there is no such place.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.

Time is fluid here', said the Demon.

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.

They say I work for the angels they never said I was one