Quotes About Ethereal

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

She looked pale, mysterious, like a lily, drowned under water, he thought.

I want to resemble a sort of liquid light which stretches beyond visibility or invisibility. Tonight I wish to have the valor and daring to belong to the moon

I am clouded and bruised with the print of minds and faces and things so subtle that they have smell, colour, texture, substance, but no name.

White and distant, absorbed in itself, endlessly the sky covers and uncovers, moves and remains.

In the flailing light they all looked sharp-edged and ethereal and divided by great distances

Everything became softly amorphous, as if the china of the plate flowed and the steel of the knife were liquid. Meanwhile the concussion of the waves breaking fell with muffled thuds, like logs falling, on the shore.

Divinamente hermoso es también divinamente despiadado.

En cualquier caso, parecía todo luz, resplandeciente, como un pájaro o un etéreo plumón que hubiera entrado con un soplo de viento y se hubiese posado un instante en una zarza.

in my dreams the world would come alive, becoming so captivatingly majestic, free and ethereal, that afterwards it would be oppressive to breathe the dust of this painted life.

I would see her floating away from me, celestial and solitary, in an ethereal chairlift, up and up, to a glittering summit where laughing athletes stripped to the waist were waiting for her, for her.

he was more of a poltergeist than a lodger

He had a colorless translucence about him that made him seem as if he were in the earliest stages of progressive invisibility.

So we found ourselves in an ancient place, the very air around us bound by chains.

Each note floated over the listeners like a feather held aloft by the breath of angels.

The music whirled and flirted with the air, spinning like snowflakes in an alley.

The body is nothing more than a coalesced soul. The soul is nothing more than the mystical body.

up there: nothing but stars.

It seemed as vague and hazy as something she had done in a dream.

I believe ghosts are like dogs and they just sort of do things arbitrarily.

[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air.

Come up and be dead! Come up and be dead!

There are worlds in an opal.

Skipping is the closest we may ever get to flying like the angels.