Quotes About Ethereal

Like dew I was born Like dew I vanish ..and all that I have ever done Is but a dream Within a dream

the pattern appears so ethereally, that it is hard to remember that the shape is an attractor. It is not just any trajectory of a dynamical system. It is the trajectory toward which all other trajectories converge.

R. Murray Shcafer is a Canadian composer with a twist. Aside from writing incredibly ethereal music, he is also an acousitc ecologist, fighting for the sonic space on this planet to be beautiful - a rare and shamefully underrated cause.

If heaven is understood more as God's space on earth than as an ethereal region apart from the essential reality we know, then what happens on earth matters even more than we think, for the Christian life becomes a continuation of the unfolding work of Jesus, who will one day return to set the world to rights.

The world's most beautiful angel is love inside your soul.

The night is Ours. Rejoicing in the ethereal realms where We are kings. Blessed souls of forgotten immortality. They fear Us in every grasp.

Pretty women without religion are like flowers without perfume.

Men would be angels, angels would be gods.

I skip to the heartbeat of my angel.

Opal is the multi-gem.

She drifted, feather-like, in tenuous radiance… Her gown, it seemed a thing made out of mist, As though the dewy air Had gathered in a cloud about her form To clothe a shape so fair That nothing coarser could adorn it than A layer of atmosphere.

Little dew-drops of celestial melody.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels

I'm nearly see-through. Like a jellyfish.

An angel has no memory.

My soul comes from better worlds and I have an incurable homesickness of the stars.

La mia anima viene da mondi migliori ed ho un'inguaribile nostalgia delle stelle.

So, the image to start. The perception of the world as it is, the phantasm, the flare of the visionary idea is flattened to a page by the male intellect. Controlled, categorized, c-a-t-a-l-o-g-u-e-d. The ethereal is quashed. Address, that beautiful oration announcing itself, becomes a dress feebly worn, becomes a picture of a dress in a catalogue.

La única frontera que te queda es el mundo de lo intangible. Todo lo demás es demasiado restrictivo.

As the track bends north-east, the ethereal sandstone disappears. The slopes turn black with granite, and the mountain's lower ridges break into unstable spikes and revetments. Their ribs are slashed in chiaroscuro, and their last outcrops pour towards the valley in the fluid, anthropomorphic shapes that pilgrims love. The spine and haunches of a massive stone beast, gazing at Kailas, are hailed as the Nandi bull, holy to Shiva; another rock has become the votive cake of Padmasambhava.

It had been a cool dawn. Wisps of white moisture hovered over the ground.

Even angels are animals.

She would want, instead, to recall him in the air, between layers of cloud. To give him back that ancient dignity.

I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky