Quotes About Ethereal

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.

Yes, she was a poem, she was a dream, she was a spirit...

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. It's probably not even real.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground.

ducking around twisted trees whose fingers are branches spread like cracked ceilings under gray sky.

She often wished she was pale enough to disappear altogether.

Even as the awareness was speaking itself to her mind it was gone, beyond her grasp, beyond recall. A little flash of heaven, which was a something or a state of being beyond either place or time or the ability to be expressed in words and was therefore to be sensed fleetingly but never to be grasped.

Miss Morrison is a little, ethereal slip of a girl

with their blue flickering flames.

Thus, flowers cannot be preserved, but their ethereal oil, their essence, with the same smell and the same virtues, can. The conduct that has had correct concepts for its guidance will, in the result, coincide with the reality intended.

The outside lights were on, and it was snowing, and it looked like magic. Like we were somewhere else. Like we were someplace better.

Dreams are the way we touch the unseen world

Imagine a place where the dead rest on shelves like books.

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what ethereal dances, By what eternal streams!

Twice or thrice had I loved thee before I knew thy face or name, so in a voice, so in a shapeless flame, angels affect us oft, and worshiped be.

Her eyes closed, her voice filled the little room, soft and mellifluous, as if it had been dipped in honey.

a persistent unsettledness of wings.

daug sapn? jie ateina ir v?l pradingsta išblunka iš atminties

A window to the Other Side.

I've told you that I'm a tricksy wight, and I am, my sweet. But there are those in the Seelie Court who would make me seem a very perfect knight.

Llueve siempre en la alta fantasía

His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down.

She moved in cadenzas of golden light. She floated on the wind of a royal serenity.