ethereal connection Quotes

But when we sit together, close,’ said Bernard, ‘we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.

Man is a bridge between the two worlds - the visible and the invisible.

If you think you're hearing something and you can't think what it is. If you feel a quiet longing lift your heart into the wind. There you'll find my kindred spirit. There you'll meet me as a friend. It is just a kindred spirit and a song to let you in.

I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.

In blissful dream, in silent night, There came to me, with magic might, With magic might, my own sweet love, Into my little room above.

I am like the heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul.

The town has a sense, not of history, but of time, and the telephone poles seem to know this. If you lay your hand against one, you can feel the vibration from the wires deep within the wood, as if souls had been imprisoned in there and were struggling to get out.

A lamp is lit in woman's eye; that souls, else lost on earth, remember angels by.

Love is an angel disguised as lust.

In another lifetime she must have owned the world, or been faithfully wed to some righteous king who wrote psalms beside moonlit streams.

My soul is in the sky.

What I feel for you seems less of earth and more of a cloudless heaven.

I feel all shadows of the universe multiplied deep inside my skin.

I am convinced that there are universal currents of Divine Thought vibrating the ether everywhere and that any who can feel these vibrations is inspired.

There is a spiritual godliness that drifts naturally through the affairs of man, but it is visible only if actions are undertaken and performed with that godliness in mind.

When I can feel you breathing into me i, like a stone gargoyle atop some crumbling building, spring to life a resuscitated angel.

This is the story of the curse and the kiss, the demon and the girl. It's a love story with dancing and death in it, and singing and souls and shadows reeled out on kite strings.

He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shriveling up like ghosts at sunrise.