Quotes About Ethereal

She seemed to fit into the air like a jewel in its crown.

a cloud, it would

When by my solitary hearth I sit, When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet Hope, ethereal balm upon me shed, And wave thy silver pinions o'er my head.

Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by? ---On death

In passing however I must say of one thing that has pressed upon me lately and encreased my Humility and capability of submission and that is this truth - Men of Genius are great as certain ethereal Chemicals operating on the Mass of neutral intellect - but they have not any individuality, any determined Character - I would call the top and head of those who have a proper self Men of Power.

How light Must dreams themselves be; seeing they're more slight Than the mere nothing that engenders them!

They too seemed permanent and never-changing, an untouched unreachable world high in space...

Another reality is a whisper away.

The love of heaven makes one heavenly.

It was strange to see her among mortals; she made all of them, guards and Peleus alike, look bleached and wan, though it was her skin that was pale as bone.

She was taller than I was, taller than any woman I had ever seen. Her black hair was loose down her back, and her skin shone luminous and impossibly pale, as if it drank light from the moon. She was so close I could smell her, seawater laced with dark brown honey. I did not breathe. I did not dare.

He has a tendency to slip the bounds of the real, tangible world around him and enter another place.

Further, deeper still, those whose true names are for ever hidden from the world picked up the pattern of vibrations in the ether, and something akin to joy stirred in their fathomless minds. Perhaps soon they would be called upon to feed.

Tessa's final photo was different from the rest. It was a close-up of her face. In color. She had taken it at the Empyrean Hotel, on the night she first saw Skylar's spirit. But of the hundreds of people looking at this photo, only Tessa knew the tiny glint in her eyes was the reflection of a ghost—the ghost of a boy who loved her so much that he had crossed the boundary of life and death to be with her one last time.

The breath of the enchanted wind mingles the fresh scent of the lilacs with the fragrance of the past.

Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong naming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition ; there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.

Such I created all th' Ethereal Powers And Spirits, both them who stood & them who faild; Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell. Not

And from these corporal nutriments perhaps   Your bodies may at last turn all to Spirit   Improv'd by tract of time, and wingd ascend   Ethereal, as wee, or may at choice   Here or in Heav'nly Paradises dwell;

The griding sword with discontinuous wound   Pass'd through him, but th' Ethereal substance clos'd   Not long divisible, and from the gash   A stream of Nectarous humor issuing flow'd   Sanguin, such as Celestial Spirits may bleed,   And all his Armour staind ere while so bright.

Now glowed the firmament With living sapphires:

All the sanctities of Heaven Stood thick as stars...

ineffable beauty

Maybe that's what ghosts are

as if in the pre-dawn, before light begins to lift edges into being.