#wings

Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven. ↗

— Francis Beaumont

#companions #earth #faith #fly #heaven

Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly? ↗

— Frida Kahlo

#fly #i #need #wings #you

I do not deny that I have made drawings and watercolors of an erotic nature. But they are always works of art. Are there no artists who have done erotic pictures? ↗

— Egon Schiele

#art #artists #deny #done #drawings

Angels walk among us, Sometimes the only thing we may not see are the wings upon their backs. ↗

— Molly Friedenfeld

#inspiration #inspirational-quotes #walking #wings #inspirational

In the depth a light will grow, A silver shine no shadows know, Like wings unfolding in the sky, That circle 'round a gleaming eye, Turning darkness all away, Even depths will know their day, For every shadow has its end, In light! Life will return again! ↗

— Robert Fanney

#eye #life #light #luthiel #magic

What’s the point of eternal life if one spends it doing nothing? There is none. It’s waste of eternity. ↗

— Courtney Allison Moulton

#life

Here soar Not with wings But with your moving hands and feet And sweating brows - Standing by your Beloved's side Reaching out to comfort this world With your cup of solace Drawn from your vast reservoir of truth. ↗

— حافظ

#love

That I had loved not as I should. A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose his wings at the dawn of day ↗

— Jean Haus

#romeo #wings #love

Her hand wandered under his shirt, feeling his rapid breath expand his ribs. She hesitated for a second—wondering what the chances were that either of her parents would come home early—then lifted his shirt with both hands, guiding it up his arms and over his head. It was her favourite indulgence; holding herself against his bare chest. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#kissing #love #spells #wings-series #love

How do you... we... you know, faeries pollinate?" "The male produces pollen on his hands and when two faeries decide to pollinate, the male reaches into the female's blossom and lets the pollen mix. It's a somewhat delicate process." "Doesn't sound very romantic." "There's nothing romantic about it at all." Tamani replied, a confident smile spreading across his face. "That's what sex is for." "You still...?" She let the question hang. "Sure." "But faeries don't get pregnant?" "Never." Tamani winked. "Pollination is for reproduction- sex is just for fun." - Laurel and Tamani ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#wings #romantic