Quotes About Ethereal

his phantoms of peace. Majestically they formed around him, marshalling and mustering in ceremonious state, and moved to lay upon him their passionless serenity.

You saw a fluttering fan before her face and magnolia blooms and sleepy lakes under the moonlight when she walked.

He was a glance from God

He will show you how, during the springtime of life, illusions, innocent hopes, silver threads of gossamer, descend from heaven and return there without ever touching the earth.

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.

Mystical forces are always at work around us all the time.

The skin of Herbert's chest and arms and head turned opaque as a nearly colorless essence, smoke or mist or fog, rose off his body.

Sometimes, upon waking, the residual dream can be more appealing that reality, and one is reluctant to give it up. For a while, you feel like a ghost -- Not fully materialized, and unable to manipulate your surroundings. Or else, it is the dream that haunts you. You wait with the promise of the next dream.

The ethereal beauty of the female semblance conceals that they really are dangerous like a great white shark in the most peaceful and deep water.

I prefer to write about what we refer to as 'the supernatural' versus everyday life. Humans, by themselves, bore me.

The interweb's got a weird vibe.

Lady Helen, who had been accompanied by her husband, Mr. Rhys Winterborne, was far more reserved than the twins. Instead of Pandora's raw and radiant energy, or Cassandra's effervescent charm, she possessed a quality of sweet, patient gravity. With her silver-blonde hair and willowy slenderness, Helen seemed as ethereal as a figure form from a painting by Bougereau.

In no time at all, Beatrix appeared. She was wearing a white dress made of thin, flowing layers, the bodice wrapped intricately over the curves of her breasts. The translucence of her chest and upper arms gave her the look of emerging from the white silk.

God is the place of spirits, as spaces are the places of bodies.

Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven!

He felt surreal, as if suspended in a dreamscape between day and night as he chased time westward.

How long have you been a Sidhe-sicle?

The Sidhe are prancy, but fierce.

What followed was . . . one of those things I still have dreams about sometimes. It was like looking at something straight out of mythology.

We leave no trace as we pass on. Ghostlike, we cast no shadow.

Dreams are horrible, to don't talk about nightmares they are more often. But there is always one gift from a person which you know is dead, that's how it works and it will continue to work.

Our imagination flies -- we are its shadow on the earth.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell - whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.

It is not known precisely where angels dwell — whether in the air, the void, or the planets. It has not been God's pleasure that we should be informed of their abode.