#feather

I may have a feather duster down my pants. ↗

— Johnny Depp

#feather #i #may #pants

They said they wanted a lot of feathers, glitter, colourful colours. A costume. So I had a lady here in Calgary make it. She just kind of put together what I had in mind. ↗

— Owen Hart

#costume #feathers #glitter #had #here

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#hope #inspirational #souls #inspirational

Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been blessed by Death’s Eternal Kiss. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella-s-imagination #seduction-and-scandal #death

Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed. ↗

— John Cleveland

#break #bred #feather #flint #love

Is education possibly a process of trading awareness for things of lesser worth? The goose who trades his is soon a pile of feathers. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#education #feathers #goose #his #lesser

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect. ↗

— Charles Lamb

#ear #feather #intellect #laws #limit

In many ways, I regard Sharon and Arafat as birds of a feather. ↗

— Amos Oz

#birds #feather #i #many #regard

Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#does #feathers #make #sticking #up

Tilting her face back, he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, unable to settle on his face. And the same terrifying feeling stole over him once again. An acute fear—a final, painful realization—that her world was one of utter blackness. At last he realized the magnitude of her blindness. He couldn’t imagine never seeing her again. It was like a death, the inevitable conclusion when someone was gone. Why it should hit him now, after all these years, he could not fathom, but it was there, and finally he understood her private hell. He’d told her he would die without sight. Selfish, arrogant bastard, concerned with his own needs, his own perversions to watch himself pleasure her, to study her as she accepted him, to watch their bodies joined. How carelessly he had said that, not thinking of Elizabeth and what she would die for. What she wanted in this life. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#elizabeth #iain #temptation-and-twilight #death