ethereal nature Quotes

The reason that angels fly is that they take themselves so lightly.

At the end of the day we're all spirits having a physical experience.

Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.

You can't weigh the soul of a man with a bar of pig-iron.

The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch.

Are we not Spirits, that are shaped into a body, into an Appearance; and that fade away again into air and Invisibility? Oh, Heaven, it is mysterious, it is awful to consider that we not only carry a future Ghost within us; but are, in very deed, Ghosts! These Limbs, whence had we them; this stormy Force; this life-blood with its burning Passion? They are dust and shadow; a Shadow-system gathered round our Me; wherein, through some moments or years, the Divine Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh.

Nothingness cannot be defined; the softest thing cannot be snapped.

Still waters run deep. All things change until we wake. Dreams drift in the wind.

A woman's character is as delicate as her eye; it can bear no flaw.

There's no flesh or blood within this cloak to kill. There's only an idea. Ideas are bulletproof.

In our definitions, we grope after the spiritual by describing it as invisible. The true meaning of spiritual is real; that law which executes itself, which works without means, and which cannot be conceived as not existing.

My body is the fruit of spirits' play.

A spirit is not necessarily purer, because it is disembodied.

The Spirit lurks within the Flesh Like Tides within the Sea That make the Water live, estranged What would the Either be?

Care I for the limb, the thews, the stature, bulk, and big assemblance of a man! Give me the spirit.

She wished she were as inconsequential as the ghosts in her dreams.

I consist of a little body and a soul.

The reality of a poem is a very ghostly one. It suggests, it suggests, it suggests again.

Souls are made of dawn-stuff and starshine.

Sometimes I believe that this less material life is our truer life, and that our vain presence on the terraqueous globe is itself the secondary or merely virtual phenomenon.

What is the soul? What color is it? I suspected my soul, being mischievous, might slip away while I was dreaming and fail to return. I did my best not to fall asleep, to keep it inside of me where it belonged.

You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind.

What difference is there in the color of the soul?

Words and feathers the wind carries away.