Quotes About Ethereal

The dead wander the lanes of the next life like strangers lost in Venice.

Besynnerligt, att det alltid går en rysning genom luften före soluppgången.

The ferns are silvery in the moonlight, the woods full of shifting shadows.

a song of heartbreak. Of a girl who walked the earth by starlight. Whose aspect was mortal but with beauty divine. Her cruelty had pierced his heart.

Her skin is the bluish color of skim milk

Trees of ice grow blue fruits the size of peaches, encased in a frozen crust. Some have fallen and split open like candy apples. The scent is that of honey and spice and sap. The leaves of the trees give off a haunting sound not unlike wind chimes when the air blows through the branches.

He's so beautiful, so perfectly, horribly, inhumanely beautiful that I can barely breathe.

They streak past me in to the hall in a blast of gossamer.

She was beautiful on land, but here she looks elemental, terrifying in her beauty.

A hunter of shadows, himself a shade.

Words like winter snowflakes.

Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.

The moon and stars on her face give her a puckish look.

by something off in the distance and was strangely, almost

Cats are fond of mooning.

I looked like a ghost. And I should know. I've seen a few.

I felt something that was almost a cool wind against my arms and face, but not a wind, not even a breeze, just an air current that felt different, as if someone ten feet away had opened the lid of an ice box briefly. I reached out to feel it and, as if I had beckoned it, a great gust struck against my hand. All at once the trees shuddered and the grass skirt about the house swished.

The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

Vampires have always held a very seductive kind of lore and have always been some variety of attractive, whether it's attractiveness that's born of just the physical attributes that they have - this kind of ethereal beauty or translucent pallor - or whether it is more to do with the way they carry themselves.

There are various grades of spiritual sight. One grade enables a man to see the ordinarily invisible ether with the myriads of beings that invest that realm. Other and higher variants give him the faculty to see the desire world and even the world of thought while remaining in the physical body.

The trees stood stiffly like sinister monks in black habits guarding the glades and clearings with the broad sleeves of their branches.

I always think of space-time as being the real substance of space, and the galaxies and the stars just like the foam on the ocean.

on short stories: "...something glimpsed from the corner of the eye, in passing.

Toward an eternal aspiration for vague things.