Ethereal Being Quotes

I have never seen an angel. Show me an angel, and I'll paint one.

Rather than a horror film, a ghost story is different because a ghost is what you can't quite see.

Him that yon soars on golden wing, guiding the fiery-wheelèd throne, the Cherub Contemplation.

You're an angel", Luce said, "I'm in love with an angel".

The angel came, the angel saw, the angel fell.

I believe cats to be spirits come to earth. A cat, I am sure, could walk on a cloud without coming through.

Luce blushed. "Then what kind of angel are you?" "I'm sort of in between gigs right now," Daniel said.

He -it- was a specter! I stepped back, stunned.

In the distance, Bo saw a fairy. A fairy so beautiful that he felt proud of being called one in highschool.

Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground?

A Corpse or a Ghost- I'd sooner be one or t'other, square and fair, than a Ghost in a Corpse, which is my feelins at present.

My soul's the present shadow of a presence gone.

Before me floats an image, man or shade, / Shade more than man, more image than a shade.

What is a body that casts no shadow? Nothing, a formlessness, two-dimensional, a comic-strip character. If I deny my own profound relationship with evil I deny my own reality. I cannot do, or make; I can only undo, unmake.

An Angel who did not so much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards.

From haunted spring and dale Edg'd with poplar pale The parting genius is with sighing sent.

Great. So if I saw a guy standing still, and he wasn't wearing an old uniform, I just had to ask him to walk through furniture. If he stared at me like I was crazy, then I'd know he wasn't a ghost. - Chloe

The seraph looked up, and pain sliced through my head as our eyes met, almost blinding me. "I honor you. You can do something I cannot," it said softly. "For all I am and all I have been, you are human. You are loved for your inventiveness, both good and bad. I can kill, but you can create. You can even create...an end," it said wistfully. "That's something I will never be able to do. Accept this. Create.

When I was a kid, I thought I saw a ghost in the forest when I was on a bush walk, like a walk through the forest. I saw something weird pass from one side of the track to the other, and it was sort of a white, blurry... it's hard to describe, really - something that was almost see-through, but it just moved in front of me.

What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel." He laughed. "Something like that.

° “Not a ghost, but an angel.

The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.

I'm a ghost," said the small figure, then added, a little uncertainly, "Boo?

Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy, Can't you show me nothing but surrender?