Quotes About Ethereal

Most je izgledao beskrajan i nestvaran, jer mu se krajevi gube u mlecnoj magli a stubovi pri dnu tonu u tami.

yo, nadie especial, supe que él no pertenecía a este mundo; lo supe desde el momento mismo en que puse mis ojos sobre él. Era como esos pájaros –no recuerdo ahora su nombre– que muy de vez en cuando descienden del cielo para que los meros seres terrestres los veamos, y luego levantan vuelo otra vez para continuar su eterno peregrinar.

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds.

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

Since life is a dream I think I'll stop eating and drinking so much--do some ethereal daydreaming instead--go in the mansion of the mind and close all the doors, as if I was traveling in the back of a bus for 4 days & 4 nights, broke.

The California tract houses are like the mundane meeting the mystical. Sometimes if you're driving at twilight, and you see those houses, and they're starting to light up, there's something so beautiful, so ethereal about the fact that they're all pretty similar, set against this desert landscape and the light just hitting them a certain way.

And Twin Peaks, the Film is the craziest film in the history of cinema. I have no idea what happened, I have no idea what I saw, all I know is that I left the theater floating six feet above the ground.

Two people who I think have the world's most perfect skin are Cate Blanchett and Kate Bosworth. Maybe there's something to being named Kate, I don't know, but those two just seem to be effortless, yet completely, ethereally gorgeous.

Generally, I play the kind of ethereal, fragile-on-the-outside-but-hard-and-damaged-on-the-inside type.

Because some things are never meant to be anything more than a moment. And that was one of them.

You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?

Heaven doesn't laugh. It just smiles and stares.

Alexandra would have sworn the veil to heaven lifted ever so slightly. She could all but feel the brush of it against her face.

For one last second, I saw them again the way I had that evening: a golden apparition on the front steps, shining and poised like young warriors stepped out of some lost myth, heads lifted, too bright to be real.

Above the front door the fanlight glowed blue, delicate as wing-bones.

At first I barely recognized it as a person; stripped of substance by the bright sunfall through the leaves, flutter of white T-shirt, confusing gold swirl of hair, white brushstroke face and dense dark smudges of eyes, it had something illusory about it, as if my mind had conjured it from patches of light and shadow and at any moment it might break up and be gone.

God is a spirit. A spirit is as much matter as oxygen or hydrogen.

Spirits want to be heard. That's why they're not at rest.

At the core, we're all spiritual beings.

If God exists, then we are spiritual beings, and we have souls, and we are noble inherently.

These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.

But because people could be so beautiful it was hard not to think that there was something of people that came from the other world

METEOR These are "shooting stars"—objects that burn up in Earth's atmosphere as they fall, leaving an ethereal streak of light. Most meteors are the size of a grain of sand.

I want my shows to be eerie and mysterious.