#wings

If you were born without wings, do nothing to prevent them from growing. ↗

— Coco Chanel

#aspirations #drive #flying #goals #wings

Between death and hell a bridge shining silver wings offers his soul hope. ↗

— Aberjhani

#angels-and-demons #bridges #death #depression #desperation

So there's magic? Real magic? It's not just all scientific like David says?" Tamani rolled his eyes. "David again?" Laurel bristled. "He's my friend. My best friend." "Not your boyfriend?" "No. I mean...no." Tamani stared at her for several seconds. "So the position's still open?" Laurel rolled her eyes. "We are so not having this conversation. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#aprilynne-pike #laurel #pike #tamani #wings

We have to continually be jumping off cliffs and developing our wings on the way down. ↗

— Kurt Vonnegut

#invention #quip #wings #writing #write

It didn't matter to her that Tamani only had weak magic, he was magic. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#aprilynne-pike #laurel #tamani #wings #magic

And do you really think someone's going to look at you and say, 'Hmm, I think that girl's a plant'? ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#aprilynne-pike #david #laurel #pike #wings

But with me, you are never just a spring faerie. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#illusions #laurel #tamani #wings #spring

Someday , Tamani told himself. Someday it'll be me. ↗

— Aprilynne Pike

#illusion

I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#book #burn #dead #end #fire

Well married a person has wings, poorly married shackles. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#married #person #poorly #shackles #well