Quotes About Ethereal

Man, you see, is not a person, but an ideal, a spook.

So striking, everyone would say. E-theeeer-real, some would even venture. The littlest girls, padding in in their ballet pinks, would stare up at the photo mounted in the lobby, fingers in their mouths. Like fairy princesses.

You look gorgeous, Elle, and you don't act like a gorgeous woman does." "I don't? How do I act?" "You act like an angel. But you fuck like a deomon. Don't you.

There is no gravity in the Planet of Love; everything floats in the air.

wings, as if dancing. When its long, dangling

They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair—no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.

Desinfectam-se micróbios. Não se desinfectam espíritos...

a luz é mais leve que a água, seus reflexos ficam boiando como peixes lunares, algas de fogo.

Nearly Headless Nick

Deluminator

Dr. N: How do you manage to hold each other with no bodies? S: (with a sigh of exasperation at me) We envelop each other in light, of course. Dr. N: Tell me what that is like for spirits? S: Like being wrapped in a bright-light blanket of love.

We know life is transitory. We are more … detached because without human bodies we are unencumbered by the immediacy of human emotion.

felt very floaty, like my body had turned into mist, or like that time in college when I took a hit of acid and had the "Tinkerbell" episode.

Dot 2: There is a realm where neither time nor space exists.

Los sueños no habitan una solución lingüística, sino que flotan en un espacio libre, atemporal, y tan pronto se transforman en lengua o escritura, pierden su carácter voluminoso y se estiran en longitud.

Also, chubby people can never truly pull off ethereal the same way skinny people can never be jolly.

This ethereal weirdo abounds in movies, but nowhere else. If she were from real life, people would think she was a homeless woman and would cross the street to avoid her, but she is essential to the male fantasy that even if a guy is boring, he deserves a woman who will find him fascinating and pull him out of himself by forcing him to go skinny-dipping in a stranger's pool. THE

I read with a kind of curious terror, learning that words can pin their readers to place, confer permanence on the ethereal, make the unimaginable true.

The spiritual cannot be measured like physical entities.

We are always looking for supernatural beings in the universe, forgetting that we are part of these supernatural phenomena. We are the inner souls and not the corporeal beings.

You can sit down and think of everything a woman ought to be - even write it out, if you choose, and when you get through you'll discover that you've written an accurate description of Judith Sylvester. Sometimes I wonder whether she's merely human, like the rest of us, or a saint temporarily come to earth to make us think better of a world that has her in it.

But the voice goes on, calling us, beckoning us, luring us to think that there might be such a thing as justice, as the world being put to rights, even though we find it so elusive. We're like moths trying to fly to the moon. We all know there's something called justice, but we can't quite get to it.

I think ghostliness is a good quality.

When scattered clouds are resting on the bosoms of hills, it seems as if one might climb into the heavenly region, earth being so intermixed with sky, and gradually transformed into it.