Quotes About Ethereal

A STRANGE MOON WORD

To be so tired was like evaporating. Water to vapor. Flesh to ghost. Bit by bit, from the surface inward, you feel yourself begin to disappear, or at least to be translated into another state--from a tangible one, blood and spirit, to a kind of lost and drifting mist.

Elemental. Love is an element, Karou remembered from a long, long time ago, and she felt like she was floating.

Under the homeliest of features, there was something angelic.

I've never felt so... light.

A rune, hovering like an angel: a shape like two wings joined by a single bar.

What happens in the demon realms stays in the demon realms," said Jace.

Dead bodies didn't resemble unconscious ones; it was as if you could sense that something had fled from them, that some essential spark was now missing.

Gold to airy thinness beat.

He sang his last song. And the words of that have never been written down. But it was sweet and of great beauty, and those that heard it were changed utterly. Some say it was the song that moves the stars.

Everyone cried when the creature first spoke to them. No, not cried. They wept. They wept like the cavemen of Lascaux suddenly transported into the Sistine Chapel just in time for a live performance of Phantom of the Opera as sung by Tolkien's elves.

Trying to explain or define grace is like catching the wind in a cardboard box or describing the color green.

This is what I write to her: The clouds tonight embossed the sky.

Life is but a dream for the dead.

...methinks, an angel spake...

In heaven an angel is nobody in particular.

It was a sweet and happy dream. The quiet spot, outside, seemed to remain the same, save that there was music in the air, and a sound of angels' wings.

While we are sleeping, angels have conversations with our souls.

If one looks closely enough, one can see angels in every piece of art.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.

He dances like an Angel.

The whole heaven is full of little cherub faces.

when greeted, in case the ghostly specter

She danced out into the aisle, beautiful with a beauty unbearable, graceful with grace that poured from heaven.