Quotes About Ethereal

Dawn spreads her wispy pink angel wings over the morning.

Clouds tie-dye the night.

The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two, Or wild colt of a comet, which too soon Broke out of bounds o'er th' ethereal blue, Splitting some planet with its playful tail, As boats are sometimes by a wanton whale.

glowing ghost-clouds lit by a haunted moon

Forest air is magical.

I for one have always believed in the unicorn... The unicorn has managed to weave itself a very haunting reputation.

Women are angels, wooing...

...most glorious night! Thou wert not sent for slumber!...

Beyond the physical illusion is spiritual perfection

The first time I ever recorded the songs of the humpback whales at night was off Bermuda. It was also the first time I had ever heard the abyss. Normally you don't hear the size of the ocean when you are listening, but I heard it that night . . . That's what whales do; they give the ocean its voice, and the voice they give is ethereal and unearthly."44

The elf-maidens had already begun to dance, and they danced a scarf dance, with scarves woven of mist and moonshine; these have a lovely effect to those who care for that kind of thing.

Your soul is as delicate as a face in the clouds blown in a hurricane for hours and hours.

The ground was silvery, as if some stars had fallen there.

An angel writing in a book of gold.

A gray day in the spirit world.

you are as much a ghostly phenomenon now as you will be after death. You are simply not aware of the fact.

There is no argument with fog. In it's own vague stubbornness, it wields more power than wind, rain, snow, even ice.

Dawn has a way of casting a pall on any night magic.

Neutrinos alone, among all the known particles, have ethereal properties that are striking and romantic enough both to have inspired a poem by John Updike and to have sent teams of scientists deep underground for 50 years to build huge science-fiction-like contraptions to unravel their mysteries.

By fairy hands their knell is rung; By forms unseen their dirge is sung.

Drag me to the moon, to catch a star and seize its brilliance as I'm swept up in amorphous dust.

Go up in an airplane. Go high enough, and it's like we don't even exist.

The one sound I think of when I think about dreaming is the harp glissando, which is this really atmospheric run up and down the scale that's really dreamy.

One cannot set out to make a work that's spiritual. What is a contemporary iconography for the spiritual? Is it some fuzzy space?