Quotes About Otherworldly

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A tökéletesség nem a mi világunkhoz tartozik. Más, mint a mi világunk, vagy máshonnan ered.

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

The whole experience whose verge we touched was unknown to humanity at all. It was a new order of experience, and in the true sense of the word unearthly.

I went to a place like another planet where I felt good without wanting something.

I'm the being who isn't planetary; we have traveled beyond our world, to sit in a paper forest lit by jewel-light.

Great literature] lifts you out of the here and now and brings you closer to the angels.

I had the weird sensation that I had stepped through a veil, and passed unwittingly from one realm into another …

I imagine if aliens came down to Earth, they'd actually be quite tall; people seem to get everything right about extraterrestrials but the size!

I knock on the door and Flicker yells, "Come in." It's dark inside. The only illumination comes from an old Philco Predicta TV. She's watching The Tingler with someone or something else. I mean, it's person shaped but completely black. No face or anything else. It's like a kind of human void next to her on the battered red sofa.

Mysteries we did find, and they were many. But I learned that something can be too mysterious, too alien - so mysterious or alien as to approach being meaningless:

Fucking angels

she seemed too beautiful and too ethereal to be part of this dreary landscape.

The mourning of late summer as it reaches its autumnal tipping point; the pining for faded youth or lost love; the elegy for the fallen in war; otherworldly dimensions glimpsed but not touched; and the yearning for a distant home: British music is uniquely attuned to these moments and sentiments, for it is finally this sense of loss, of achievement slipping away like sand in a glass, that is at the heart of the British experience over the course of the twentieth century.

I think I got off on the wrong planet. Beam me up Scotty, there's no rational life here.

Encounter with the sublime— otherworldly, visionary— then afterward exhausted, sun-blasted, clarified. Transparent to the world, lofted into a higher realm.

Eternally, Demon.

They found what some might call a preternatural silence.

Area X was all around them. Area X was contained in no one place or figure.

Do you think Area X builds spaceships, too? Do you think Area X traverses interstellar space? Wormholes? Think of something more subtle, something peering through what we think of as reality.

I looked at Adrian's eyes, beautiful, mesmerizing. Not human. I didn't feel lonely at all. "You'll take me places?" I asked. His answer was important, even though my decision was already made. "You can't imagine where we'll go." He said, sincerely.

For me personally, I think I just enjoy movies about werewolves or vampires because it's not like an everyday thing. It's something you can really escape into.

Ein tiefer Graben unweltlicher Herkunft schien sie und ihn in ein Nirgendland einzuschließen.