Quotes About Feather

Finché il vento dei nostri pensieri, più violento di quello dell'equilibrio, tornerà presto a far volteggiare verso le nubi questa piuma così sensibile.

In the dim, wavering light, a page hung open and it was like a snowy feather, the words delicately painted thereon. In all the rush and fervor, Montag had only an instant to read a line, but it blazed in his mind for the next minute as if stamped there with fiery steel.

There, on the precipice of earth, a small steam feather uprose like the first of a storm cloud yet to come.

A magnetised piece of iron will lift about twelve times its own weight. But if you demagnetise this same piece of iron, it will not lift even a feather.

Uncle Feather came to town, Flying in the blue sky. Yellow nose and yellow legs And he belongs to me oh my . . .

What if the cloak wasn't magic at all, like the feather in that story Granny used to tell me about the elephant with the big ears?

His Holiness carried the burden of the whole Church on his shoulders - answered Albanese - but in his death he was as light as a feather.

I was floating around up there like a feather, a trick from early childhood that was fading as I got older.

The world was so unbearably pretty, and it continued being so all the way down the mountain to school. I felt slightly high because of the beauty, and the inside of my head tickled. I wondered if this is how artists go through life, with all of its sensations tickling their craniums like a peacock feather..

It's so much nicer to be a secret and delightful sin to anybody than to be a feather in his cap.

It's so much nicer to be a secret and delightful sin to anybody than to be a feather in their cap.

OK.… A blue feather." He looked at me blankly. "Richard? A blue feather?

imagine the ton would leap from London Bridge if the marquess did it first. Mind you, he'd land on a cart carrying a feather mattress when he did it, whilst the rest of London would splatter.

The feather, whence the pen Was shaped that traced the lives of these good men, Dropped from an angel's wing.

the power of philosophy floats through my head.. light like a feather, heavy as lead.

I have not the particular shining bauble or feather in my cap for crowds to gaze at or kneel to, but I have power and resolution for foes to tremble at.

I believe in angels," I said softly, as I looked up at the star strewn sky, "and this is definitely an angel feather. Trust me.

A wit's a feather, and a chief a rod;An honest man's the noblest work of God.

The feather was a thing, when I was a kid, we used to find feathers around the house, and whenever we found them, my mum used to say it was my nan leaving them around for us to find, so that was quite sweet.

I believe you, Sadie. Oh really. I'm holding the bloody feather of truth, and you believe me. Well, thanks.

A weapon, I told Horus. I need a weapon. I reached into the Duat and pulled out an ostrich feather. "Really?" I yelled. Horus didn't answer

I pulled the feather out, jerking him away from the dream. Just like he used to do with me, when I went in alone. The play was shifting, and I knew how bad it felt, to have your dream dragged from your mouth.

If you were queen of pleasure,And I were king of pain,We'd hunt down love together,Pluck out his flying feather,And teach his feet a measure,And find his mouth a rein.

If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain We'd hunt down Love together, Pluck out his flying-feather, And teach his feet a measure, And find his mouth a rein; If you were Queen of pleasure And I were King of pain.