Is there any sight more beautiful than ethereal mist cast…

I like the idea of a place that is dealing with painful, messy, frightening, and very human events that is also so beautiful and…

— Aimee Bender

Almost all men, and those that seem to be very miserable, love life, because they cannot bear to lose sight of such a beautiful…

— Jonathan Edwards

Japanese Breakfast has recorded a beautiful, ethereal reimagining of 'Head Over Heels.'

— Curt Smith

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our…

— Charles Dickens

Everything that has been is eternal: the sea will wash it up again.

— Friedrich Nietzsche

Music was a thing of the soul — a rose-lipped shell that murmured of the eternal sea — a strange bird singing the songs…

— J. G. Holland

“We live along the shores of night, At the edge of the eternal sea.”

— Jack McDevitt

The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A vital breath…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Ethereal mist lingered across the hushed landscape, shrouding a round moon, gossamer swans dancing across a lake of pearl. Yet, while it was a…

— Gina Marinello-Sweeney

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

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

— Sara Ney