Quotes About Ethereal

She had to quickly pop back to the fifteenth century to find a word for how beautiful he was. The boy was makeless.

Was turning it this way and that in order to catch fireflies in the billowing, transparent left sleeve of her gown.

You can only take pictures like that if you're able to see ghosts.

Rowan's physical effect- godlike jawline, long-lashed eyes, umber skin, rakish quiff of hair- is that of lightening strike.

when I heard whispering. It was as soft as snowfall, but it took over all my hearing.

Here all may see my body lie/ But not my soul, for that can fly!

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

As the sun and each atom of ether is a sphere complete in itself, and yet at the same time only a part of a whole too immense for man to comprehend, so each individual has within himself his own aims and yet has them to serve a general purpose incomprehensible to man.

Love is not an earthly but a heavenly feeling

Angels must be devoured

All about us the earth steamed; mists rose up toward heaven like clouds of incense; a shattered rainbow still hovered in the air.

It was like I'd become a ghost without having to go through the messy intermediate step of actually dying.

It began to darken. Not the darkness that was already within the yateveo but an enveloping darkness, even blacker than the night but without depth or time. this was it. And as far as reporting what death was like, I can use only one word: colorless. But oddly, that wasn't quite it. After what could have been anything between a couple of seconds and a century, I saw a dim sliver of light open up in front of me, and I believed, for a moment, that I was about to be reborn.

She was a pixie, a fairy, full of imagination and in another world.

Existo. Es algo tan dulce, tan dulce, tan lento. Y leve; como si se mantuviera solo en el aire. Se mueve. Por todas partes, roces que caen y se desvanecen. Muy suave, muy suave

I strive to express the spiritual nature of the universe.

A ghost in this place. That's what I am. Or I'm real and Manhattan is a dream.

I'm nothing but air and wind. I'm part of the blizzard.

She hovered, her fine-boned face and slender form revealed in the low light of the fire. Her hair was the pale blond hue of moon glow, her eyes the soft, silvery blue of a mist-shrouded lake. Dusted pink as new blush roses, the color of her lips and cheeks gleamed against the creamy whiteness of her skin. For a second he wondered if she was a phantom brought on by too much drink, her ethereal beauty more in keeping with a faerie story than reality.

It is not for us to decide the fate of angels.

and in a minute he had six will-o'-the-wisps floating in front of him, jostling and bumping each other as they tried to get his attention and look mysteriously mesmerizing at the same time. The effect was not terribly menacing.

She had a pretty face, but her head was up in space.

Art is a sense of magic.

Beautiful and rare Aurora, In the heavens thou art their Flora