Ethereal. Sweet, like she showers in flowers, rainbows…

I hate to take showers! Guitarists don't like showers 'cause we like the grease to build up on our fingers, makes playing more fluid.

— Izzy Stradlin

“i can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British-Louis”

— One Direction

“Yves did not like showers, he preferred long, scalding baths, with newspapers, cigarettes, and whiskey on a chair next to the bathtub, and with…

— James Baldwin

Opinions, like showers, are generated in high places, but they invariably descend into lower ones, and ultimately flow down to the people as rain…

— Charles Caleb Colton

I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British.

— Louis Tomlinson

If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all the delights…

— Edwin Way Teale

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