Quotes About Ethereal

I am ancient. I am dust held together by moonlight.

I wear a lot of dresses and skirts and more ethereal hippie clothes for the day.

In the dark of the trees he could smell splintered wood and see white upturned faces like wide white dirty flowers.

Her invisible remains would combine, over time, with all the wonders under the sun. When it snowed she would be part of it, falling softly to earth, rising up again with the snow's evaporation, When it rained, she would be there in the spectral arch that spanned from firth to ground. She would help to wreathe the fields in mists, and yet would always be transparent to the stars. She would live forever.

Unreality was swirling all around her like the delirious miasmas

I am made of light; I am made of stars.

mother] belonged to a realm of other creatures: smaller, lighter, more easily blown away.

La ausencia absoluta de carga hace que el hombre se vuelva más ligero que el aire, vuele hacia lo alto, se distancie de la tierra, de su ser terreno, que sea real sólo a medias y sus movimientos sean tan libres como insignificantes.

Love is the magician of the universe. It creates everything out of nothing.

You're a dream. Like everything else.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

I am deeply in love with you but you are so ethereal. I may not know how to touch your heart.

When the brain's penchant for simplified schematic representations is applied to itself, to its own attention, the resulting description ignores the very physical processes responsible for that attention. That is why thoughts and sensations seem ethereal, as if they come from nowhere, as if they hover in our heads. If your schematic representation of your body were to leave out your arms, the motion of your hands would seem ethereal too.

would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

I close my eyes.. think of how beautiful it would be if someone came to find me.. if I froze in the snow with angel wings pressed into the ground.. my lips a pretty purple-blue.. my eyelids pink and my skin pale.. how beautiful they would say I was.. how perfect.

The highlander seemed to float through life very much the same as a cloud in an empty sky, touching nothing, leaving no trace of his passing.

Nicci knew that if one relied on ethereal deities to solve problems, then those problems usually remained unsolved.

I thought unicorns were more . . . Fluffy.

The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand, was practical. You knew where you were with kindness, especially if you were holding a pie it had just given you.

It had to be Death. No-one else went around with empty eye sockets and, of course, the scythe over one shoulder was another clue.

their grotesque angels

Somebody spoke and I went into a dream.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river With tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

What shakes the eye but the invisible?