Quotes About Ethereal

a cloud of pulsating light, it enveloped

To consider earth holy is to connect the lowest and most material to the most high and ethereal, to close the breach between matter and spirit. It subversively suggests that the whole world might potentially be holy and that the sacred can be underfoot rather than above.

sensación de que había flotado

a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon

beetle-spirited vaporing

Everyone has a place in history. Mine is clouds.

Una sensación etérea en la barriga y el corazón aporreándole el pecho como si se estuviera cayendo, y cayendo.

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The void is a spectral realm; not even nothing can be free of ghosts.

We are all made of stardust

Existing without or separated from the body.

You! You are so lucky you're dead.

A man is nothing but breath and shadow.

The soul of man was made to walk the skies.

Of all the things which a man has, next to the gods his soul is the most divine and most truly his own.

Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call earth.

A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.

I project myself out through the glasses and across the street, a ghost in the morning sunlight, torn with disembodied lust.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

Life is but a dream for the dead.

Music is truly love itself, the purest, most ethereal language of the emotions, embodying all their changing colors in every variety of shading and nuance.

It'd be cool to chipmunk-ize "The Virgin Suicides" soundtrack. All this ethereal French music, I think that would be unique to listen to.

Music draws from almost the identical place as art does, which really is that intangible - it's like you're pulling from the ether. I don't know where it comes from.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things