You raise the mist, ethereal surf In a white corridor…

“Ethereal. Sweet, like she showers in flowers, rainbows, sunshine and shit.”

— Sara Ney

Quiet book-learning in monasteries and ethereal music, sonnets and courtly lovethat stuff is all fantasyand veneer? You couldn't afford to let the beauty of…

— Janice Galloway

Th' ethereal mould Incapable of stain would soon expel Her mischief, and purge off the baser fire, Victorious. Thus repuls'd, our final hope Is…

— John Milton

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained, to come, don't spin…

— James Joyce

So far we still don't know whether angels are ethereal beings of light without substance or if they take a solid human form with…

— Malcolm Godwin

Steiner has here transformed the vaporous conceptions of his life, the vapors of what never was and never will be, from their aeriform state…

— Nick Tosches

The Librarian was not familiar with love, which had always struck him as a bit ethereal and soppy, but kindness, on the other hand,…

— Terry Pratchett

Vampires have always held a very seductive kind of lore and have always been some variety of attractive, whether it's attractiveness that's born of…

— Colin Farrell

I believe in sensuality. I believe in sex. I believe in the survival of the species. I like aspects of things that are ethereal,…

— Jeff Koons

When I began going to school and learned to read, I encountered stories of other people and other lands. In one of my essays,…

— Chinua Achebe

Mars tugs at the human imagination like no other planet. With a force mightier than gravity, it attracts the eye to its shimmering red…

— John Noble Wilford

She's got the kind of ethereal, unselfconscious beauty some young girls possess that breaks your heart. Or theirs.

— Ilsa J. Bick

Only by being suspended aloft, by dangling my mind in the heavens and mingling my rare thought with the ethereal air, could I ever…

— Aristophanes

And all my days are trances, And all my nightly dreams Are where thy dark eye glances, And where thy footstep gleams-- In what…

— Edgar Allan Poe

The essential of painting is that 'something', that 'ethereal glue,' that 'intermediary product' which the artist exudes with all his creative being and which…

— Yves Klein