Quotes About Ethereal

The blood of roses, splashed with the blood of angels, and of demons.

The paintings had a strange quality: they were figurative but there were no figures in them. They looked as if they might suddenly dissolve.

the ethereal, fine-nerved, sensitive girl, quite unfitted by temperament and instinct to fulfil the conditions of the matrimonial relation with Phillotson, possibly with scarce any man...

you are absolutely the most ethereal, least sensual woman I ever knew to exist without inhuman sexlessness.

you dear, sweet, tantalizing phantom--hardly flesh at all; so that when I put my arms round you I almost expect them to pass through you as through air!

Yet Clare's love was doubtless ethereal to a fault, imaginative to impracticability. With these natures, corporeal presence is sometimes less appealing than corporeal absence; the latter creating an ideal presence that conveniently drops the defects of the real.

Their gauzy skirts had brushed up from the grass innumerable flies and butterflies which, unable to escape, remained caged in the transparent tissue as in an aviary.

You could see the skeleton behind the man, and almost the ghost behind the skeleton.

Minute diamonds of moisture from the mist hung, too, upon Tess's eyelashes, and drops upon her hair, like seed pearls. When the day grew quite strong and commonplace these dried off her; moreover, Tess then lost her strange and ethereal beauty;

Though not cold-natured, he was rather bright than hot – less Byronic than Shelleyan; could love desperately, but his love more especially inclined to the imaginative and ethereal.

I like the immaterial world. I like to live among thoughts and images of the past and the possible, and even of the impossible, now and then.

Mais tout restait dissous dans une délicatesse et une pâleur spectrales, exempt de toute ligne que l'Å"il aurait pu suivre avec certitude ; les contours des cimes se perdaient, s'embrumaient, s'en allaient en fumée.

There are places in this world that are neither here nor there, neither up nor down, neither real nor imaginary...

Leunagasolin, such as, oh, the Moss Creature here, brightest

All else seemed sterile compared to what she witnessed in the woods.

Death is another bar which lies several steps below the normal world. I'm at its threshold, but not yet in it. Its doorway is doorless.

If there is no God, there can be no magic

History is like a ghost. It is as dead as alive.

Must be a rule in the ghost handbook—if in danger of evaporating, make sure you're in the middle of a dire pronouncement.

She was gentle and pale, and her eyes seemed always to dream of something I didn't understand.

The Piper at the Gates of Dawn.

Beyond the lake, over the mountains, the clouds were illuminated from within by a brilliant stutter of lightning, and in that split second Elizabeth and I were etched against the sky.

Do I not deal with angelsWhen her lips I touch.

Like in a dream, everything seemed to be on the point of vanishing but at the same time ablaze with persistent reality.