Quotes About Feather

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

I don't know what this feather means, the story of it, but I know it means he was thinking of me. For all these years. He remembered me.

You think I should use magick like mine to open a tomb? Mari asked in a scoffing tone. Mistress of bluffing, working it here. That'd be like calling you in to lift a feather.

Eyes watching always Shadows in shadows they wait A black feather falls First accepted, loved Then betrayed-spit in the face Vengeance sweet like dots.

The weight of love. For some a feather. Pi Suleman

plucks a feather from a wing and proclaims: 'Whenever thou are involved in difficulty or danger, put this feather (or "feathers"22) on the fire, and I will instantly appear to thee to ensure thy safety. Never cease to remember me.

My mother might find a thin gold chain at the back of a drawer, wadded into an impossibly tight knot, and give it to me to untangle. It would have a shiny, sweaty smell, and excite me: Gold chains linked you to the great fairy tales and myths, to Arabia, and India; to the great weight of the world, but lighter than a feather.

I will kill you in your sleep, I swear to fucking God. I'll shove Nik's feather pillow so far down your throat that if you survive, you'll shit an entire flock of live geese the next day.

Death is light as a feather; duty, heavy as a mountain

Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain. So many duties. Egwene.

Death is lighter than a feather, duty heavier than a mountain.

Death is lighter than a feather. Death arrives in a heartbeat, no more tangible than a flicker of light. It has no weight, no substance.

Ma wrote them down with her little red pen that had a mother-of-pearl handle shaped like a feather. When her neat, clear writing filled the paper she turned it and filled it again crosswise. On the other side of the paper she did the same thing so that every inch of paper held all the words that it possibly could.

Growing moon. Angry cat. Feather on the wind. Autumn comes. The grass dies.

I? I am nothing, replied the other. A leaf caught in a whirlpool, perhaps. A feather in the wind...

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply. The sound of glass speaks quick, disdain and conceals what your eyes fight to explain.

Each morning, when you awaken, promise the dawn that you'll keep your heart as light as a feather. Commit again each night at sunset.

A willing heart adds feather to the heel, And makes the clown a winged Mercury.

Prose is like this big block - you write big paragraphs. I feel that when I'm reading and writing, that a prose book is kind of monolithic. But a song is more like a feather or something.

There were silences as murmurous as sound. There were pauses that seemed about to shatter and were only to be snatched back to oblivion by the tightening of his arms about her and the sense that she was resting there as a caught, gossamer feather, drifted in out of the dark.

Acting is like lifting a 400-pound feather. It's a feather, how hard could it be? And yet, you go to lift it and it's heavy. For that reason, I love it, because it's very hard and difficult and challenging and obviously I want to learn more.

slowing—"in our direst need, the smallest gifts: the nail of the horseshoe, the pin of the axle, the feather at the pivot point, the pebble at the mountain's peak, the kiss in despair, the one right word. In darkness, understanding." He

Darzee was a feather-brained little fellow who could never hold more than one idea at a time in his head.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.