Quotes About Ethereal

corps astral à Golo.

Nevertheless, although they were thinner then the thinnest vapour, yet were they not so thin as the body of air, or else they would not be perceptible by animal sight.

Human movement is a bridge between solid ground and dreamlike air.

white bat of a snow spirit beating its wings?

I know everyone has dreams of flying, but this isn't a dream of flying. It's a dream of floating, and the ocean is not water but wind. I call it a dream, but it feels realer than my life.

She reached out with her free hand, and when it came back, it glowed with a shaft of impossible light.

What delights us in visible beauty is the invisible.

The evolving soul is not made divine by what it does, but by what it strives to do.

Scara la cer Un fir de paianjen Atârna de tavan. Exact deasupra patului meu. În fiecare zi observ Cum se lasa tot mai jos. Mi se trimite si Scara la cer - zic, Mi se arunca de sus. Desi am slabit îngrozitor de mult Sunt doar fantoma celui ce am fost Ma gândesc ca trupul meu Este totusi prea greu Pentru scara asta delicata. - Suflete, ia-o tu înainte. Pâs! Pâs!

kiss is as frictionless as a bug's wing.

Prospero is man-the-artist, or man-the-scholar: Ariel and Caliban represent his ethereal and material selves—the one airy, imaginative, and swift; the second earthy, gross, and appetitive.

Thus was beauty sent from heaven--the lovely mistress of truth and good in this dark world.

Alone, even in a crowd. Dead, but able to touch and sense the living. Real, but intangible.

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be? — it is the same the angels breathe.

I'm about as intimidating as a butterfly.

Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real

Friendship is...the sort of love one can imagine between angels.

What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.

Love is like the wind. You cannot see it... But you can feel it.

The physical food transubstantiates in our minds into something more ethereal, of human and emotional nurturance, a sense that our hungers are being sated. Even if you are just stuffing handfuls of fries into your mouth on a binge, you still feel that some emptiness, if briefly, is being filled.

I always liked fog," she wrote, "it lends such a soft, beautifying light to things that otherwise in the broad glare of day would be rude and commonplace.

If men dream of the mystical. magical, immortal realms of angels ~ What is it then... That angels dream of?

A beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.