Quotes About Ethereal

What right had she to dream the dreams of loveliness?

she was like a disembodied spirit who took up a great deal of room.

I remember Ronald Firbank once said, upon entering a bookshop, something like, "Do you have anything in my line, you know, something dreamy and vague?

There's something mystic and beautiful in the ineffable.

he looked like something more than human, or something less.

But this girl isn't just beautiful. She's perfect in a way that's unreal

I am old as the ages and young as the dawn. Otherworldly beings cannot be bribed.

Angels are spiritual energy.

Si aujourd'hui comme hier, la condition humaine, parce que trop éthérée, ne suffit pas à garantir le droit de survivre, peut-être la condition exilique, qui quoique mobile garde pour ainsi dire les pieds sur terre, le permettra-t-elle. Encore faut-il en admettre l'existence. (p. 17)

I deeply wished I could make the stars all come down and breathe them; disappear in them

I am from the planet of elegance.

All those ethereal string sounds on 'Oxygene IV' come from the VCS3. It was the first European synthesizer, made in England by a guy called Peter Zinoviev. I got one of the first ones.

Outside a pale dawn threaded the sky with silver.

Not that it matters, when you dream, there's no outside or in. Your mind is an unimaginable bloom. A willow catkin as big as the moon. With billions of anthers, shaking pollen like stars. It may seem strange, but in this boundless place --- You are not alone.

cloudlets of striped and spotted smoke drifted slowly from his mouth.

A pillow for thee will I bring, Stuffed with down of angel's wing.

All around them spreads a phantasmagoric, Ordovician fairy tale.

The ghosts actually let you see them in person?" "No," Parker said. "Only in spirit.

With her braided hair and white dress, she seemed to glow in the moonlight.

The dead are hard to look at. Their faces shimmer. They all look slightly angry or confused. they will come up to you and speak, but their voices sound like chatter, like bats twittering. Once they realize you can't understand them, they frown and move away. The dead aren't scary. They're just sad.

Are you a ghost?

He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.

The lovers were just entering the grounds of the pension. They were leaning toward each other as the water oaks bent from the sea. There was not a particle of earth beneath their feet. Their heads might have been turned upside down, so absolutely did they tread upon blue ether.

Archangel or hound from hell . . . with Gabriel, it depends on the day.