Royalty is but a feather in a man's cap; let children enjoy their rattle. — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
“The walls were shedding their texture and taking another in the pouncing feathers. Gwyn” — Alan Garner Copy Share Image
A child, then a man, now a feather / Passing through a furious fire / Called time. — Mary Jo Bang Copy Share Image
If you're not ruffling feathers at CPAC, I don't think you're doing a very good job. — Tomi Lahren Copy Share Image
I am light as a feather, I am as happy as an angel, I am as merry as a schoolboy — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Any time you make a big statement about something in the world, you are bound to ruffle some feathers. — Nuseir Yassin Copy Share Image
What are the odds so long as the fire of the soul is kindled at the taper of conviviality, and the wing… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means… — Aesop Copy Share Image
When Emily Dickinson writes, “Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul,” she reminds us, as the birds do,… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
It was the kind of sword that would make a lifelong pacifist look for tall boots and a hat with feathers. — Ilona Andrews Copy Share Image
I have not the particular shining bauble or feather in my cap for crowds to gaze at or kneel to, but I… — Oliver Cromwell Copy Share Image
It does not matter a feather whether a man be supported by patron or client, if he himself wants courage. [Lat., Animus… — Plautus Copy Share Image
We must especially beware of that small group of selfish men who would clip the wings of the American Eagle in order… — Franklin D. Roosevelt Copy Share Image
Some people like just sitting down and being taken for a ride. That's a beautiful thing that fiction can do. But it's… — Zadie Smith Copy Share Image
Is this your bedroom?" she asked, and turned to look at him. Myrnin straightened and jammed the big red floppy hat back… — Rachel Caine Copy Share Image
When you make the decision to call somebody out of the blue and say you want to talk to them about the… — Keith Maitland Copy Share Image
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… — Bjork Copy Share Image
No matter that we could be beheaded for this,” said Esa. “Heads are overrated.” “Yes, they are so unfashionable,” said Miri, imitating… — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
“What need for feathers now? What need to confirm their loss? While the womb-red sky swelled with the promise of tomorrow, and… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
“Fur, feathers, scales or skin…we coexist. We must. If humans fail to cohabitate with the natural world, they will become extinct. We… — Rick Wood Copy Share Image
To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a… — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
You didn't listen to me," Lan whispered. One last lesson. The hardest. Demandred struck, and Lan saw his opening. Lan lunged forward… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
“I have horns. Horns! And, honestly, they’re the least of my problems. Corpse bloat, stitched-shut lips, and dark-ringed, milk-blind eyes, glowing in… — Alis Franklin Copy Share Image
We saw the strong trees struggle and their plumes do down, The poplar bend and whip back till it split to fall,… — May Sarton Copy Share Image
“We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“It's a bird of some sort. It's like a duck, only I never saw a duck have so many colors." The bird… — L. Frank Baum Copy Share Image
“Last summer, Wills and her two best friends had spent hours in her bathroom, perfecting feathering their hair, which they collectively decided… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
The glow dies down, and she's standing at the end of my bed--the one who's been following me around leaving feather messages.… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
The mob is man voluntarily descending to the nature of the beast. Its fit hour of activity is night. Its actions are… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image