Quotes About Ethereal

I love anything that haunts me and never leaves

Hey! I'm A Cherry Ghost!

Even through the dulling effects of the pill, he wanted to be rid of his itching brain, his ignited skin, the flesh beneath, to in some way become so ethereal and Unbound to the earth that he could unsee, disavow, disavow

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a girl as pale as the moon's reflection in a rain barrel.

in death, he is not even the ghost he was in life.

benevolent throne set someplace high up on the moon.

Creo que nuestro planeta está habitado no solo por animales, plantas, bacterias y virus, sino también por ideas. Las ideas son una forma de vida incorpórea, energética. Son algo completamente independiente de nosotros, pero capaz de interactuar con nosotros, si bien de maneras extrañas.

Come, Titania, your walnut-shell carriage awaits, drawn by dragonflies and coached by a tiny black beetle. Away will we to dance like dandelion fluff upon the wind!

The thought of flight has melted me, I am less solid than liquid, then I'm going up and going invisible like steam.

The room was dim, as though drenched in perpetual afternoon.

Rather a tremor on the air than an audible sound.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall,And most divinely fair.

Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

The horns of Elfland faintly blowing.

All my life," he said, "I have been strangely, vividly conscious of another region—not far removed from our own world in one sense, yet wholly different in kind—where great things go on unceasingly, where immense and terrible personalities hurry by, intent on vast purposes compared to which earthly affairs, the rise and fall of nations, the destinies of empires, the fate of armies and continents, are all as dust in the balance

Other life pulsed about them — and was gone.

Save his own soul he hath no star.

that makes me feel like I'm living in your dream.

you are so bodiless, so barely there

and half-formed faces float out and vanish too undulating to be actual

the village is lost in its veils a few dreams lean over the lanes like nettles

not yet continuous no more than a shiver of something