Quotes About Feathers

Groping blindly in the darkness, he sank between the white mounds of cool feathers and slept as he fell, across the bed or with his head downward, pushing deep into the softness of the pillows, as if in sleep he wanted to drill through, to explore completely, that powerful massif of feather bedding rising out of the night.

Gee cursed beneath his breath. That Cracker! She was beginning to list to one side…. What kind of idiot ran across a bridge with their eyes closed? Gee sprinted onto the roaring blackness. It was as if they ran atop a swift dark river, their feet slipping on the sleek feathers, the crows dipping beneath their weight.

It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers.

I do love one-upmanship sometimes, like when you see kids breakdancing and who can do the best tricks. It's common, it's in our nature as animals, like the birds of paradise who've got the best feathers and that sort of stuff. But it's fun when it's impulsive and it's about fun.

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

I ruffle a lot of feathers. And I'm also selective - that makes you a troublemaker. But so be it. I laid a cornerstone for black actors, and that makes me happy.

Tehol wiped sweat from his brow. 'Give me some of that hen tea, will you?' 'With or without?' 'With or without what?' 'Feathers.' 'That depends. Are they clean feathers?' 'They are now,' Bugg replied. 'All right, then, since I can't think of anything more absurd. With.' Bugg reached for a clay cup. 'I knew I could count on you, Master.

We boast about our individuality and hold up our independence like a plucked bird bragging that now without the weight of all those feathers it will be able to soar higher than its fellows.

When I was done plucking the birds, the blood and the scattering of white feathers gave my campsite the appearance of a pillow fight gone horribly wrong.

Her satiny insults meant he had ruffled her feathers more than she cared to admit.

The pain was just a small spark that kindled a greater flame of pleasure within her. She became pure feeling, devoid of intellect. The delicate petals of poppies drifted down upon her face. She was enfolded in feathers, in great wings.

Light as feathers the witches fly, The horn of the moon is plain to see; By a firefly under a jonquil flower A goblin toasts a bumble-bee.

Excerpts from the Angel Handbook Be careful how you unfold your wings -- there are some in the world who are not content unless their teeth are full of feathers ... You will meet some whose faces give a glw as if they once had halos: these are the lovers, you will make a lot of love and your flights, even though you are careful to keep them invisible, will make those who love you sad: they will not understand that you never go anyplace you're not meant to be.

Cynicism is intellectual dandyism, without the coxcomb's feathers.

Howard Stern gave me the best advice about Twitter and the N word. He said maybe onstage people get the intention behind the joke, but a tweet is 140 characters or less, and maybe that's why people overreact. I don't need to rustle any more feathers and lose any investors.

You want me to sneak up on an angel and rip out its pinfeathers, so you can make a fashion statement?

Feathers... drift on the water like dreams.

So I was for stories. I was for stries just as gannets were for balls of silver-flashing fish - I'd crash towards them, gaping. I'd try for as many as I could. And I'd keep them safe like feathers in a vase... They have been my comfort. My family. My strange nourishment.

A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers.

The peacock has become one of my regular sources of inspiration from nature.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay, and the other, feathers.

olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this, she's a little lost bird looking for its nest.

On their sofas of spice and feathers, the concubines also slept fretfully. In those days the Earth was still flat, and people dreamed often of falling over edges.

There's a sweet sound," he said, slashing at the air. "Flap closer, Snow. I mean to make your feathers fly.