Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
“Run along now while I show off my new acquisition. No one below has feathers. I’ll be the envy of hell.” — Susan Ee Copy Share Image
I am quite alone. I am neither happy nor unhappy; I lie suspended like a hair or a feather in the cloudy… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
My head is buried in the sands of tomorrow, while my tail feathers are singed by the hot sun of today. — John Barrymore Copy Share Image
Writing songs is like capturing birds without killing them. Sometimes you end up with nothing but a mouthful of feathers. — Tom Waits Copy Share Image
I've always loved stories of animals and birds that can appear to be human, just by taking off their skins or their… — Delia Sherman Copy Share Image
That tuft of jungle feathers, That animal eye, Is just what you say. That savage of fire, That seed, Have it your… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
“For my part, I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to… — Robert Louis Stevenson Copy Share Image
You don't have to signal a social conscience by looking like a frump. Lace knickers won't hasten the holocaust, you can ban… — Elizabeth Bibesco Copy Share Image
I switched to my new trainer Abel Sanchez to add versatility to my game. I'm coming to fight a serious fight. If… — Tavoris Cloud Copy Share Image
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
GOD: I own you like I own the caves. THE OCEAN: Not a chance. No comparison. GOD: I made you. I could… — Dave Eggers Copy Share Image
The person who has the most influence on me is my mother. Think of life as a flight where we fly higher… — Jane Goodall Copy Share Image
Just in case you get any ideas, know that I’ll be sleeping with a can of Mace in one hand and pepper… — Gena Showalter Copy Share Image
When I get my feelings hurt, or when things scare me, or freak out my sensibilities, or when my feathers get ruffled,… — Rose McGowan Copy Share Image
Nothing in the world is so soft and pleasing to the touch, as the skin of a woman's thigh. No flower, feather… — Gregory David Roberts Copy Share Image
We would not have hurt the child, even if she is our natural enemy. Nor would we have hurt you, if it… — Rachel Vincent Copy Share Image
A friend of mine has a big farm in the desert, and she picks up feathers and roadkill for me, then makes… — Kesha Copy Share Image
Watch it! It was robbed from other beings so it's HOT 'MERCHANDISE' and it's against the Law... the LAW OF DECENCY!!! Stay… — Adela Popescu Copy Share Image
I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All Nature bristles with the marks of interrogation-among the grass and the petals of flowers, amidst the feathers of birds and the… — J. Arthur Thomson Copy Share Image
You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the… — Andrea Gibson Copy Share Image
The biggest mistake you can make is assuming that creativity will hit you all at once and the muse will carry you… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Anytime I feel my feathers ruffle off of someone else's success, I have to check myself. It's normally fear based or ego… — Kathryn Budig Copy Share Image
Rule Number One is this: If you’re open to learning, you get your life-lessons delivered as gently as the tickle of a… — Gay Hendricks Copy Share Image
If you want to know how far gossip travels, do this - take a feather pillow up on a roof, slice it… — Rebecca Pidgeon Copy Share Image
I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all… — John Denver Copy Share Image
I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“Envoi we had no voice we had no name we had no choice we had one face one face the same we… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
Stories have a tendency to seep across the shining membrane walls separating the universes. They whisper and flutter like the feathers of… — Kelly Barnhill Copy Share Image
Languages are fluffy big pillows stuffed between nations - what others say is muffled and nearly lost in them, and when we… — Richard Bach Copy Share Image
A FEATHER. A feather is trimmed, it is trimmed by the light and the bug and the post, it is trimmed by… — Gertrude Stein Copy Share Image
She had been innocent once, a little girl playing with feathers on the floor of a devil's lair. She wasn't innocent now,… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
Who would guess," he teased, "that I'd ever see you on a rooftop with straw in your hair?" Kit giggled. "Are you… — Elizabeth George Speare Copy Share Image
Americans want beauties, not me. I’m not the Parisian bombshell they expected. Can you see me as a chorus girl? Where’s my… — Edith Piaf Copy Share Image
“Feathers!" spluttered Sargatanas. "Feathers are for the birds, my boy. Flaking, peeling, scale-ridden wings, now that's what real beings wear. I'll tell… — George Pendle Copy Share Image
At the tips of the feathers there is air and at their base: blood. I hold up bones; I wish like broken… — Alice Sebold Copy Share Image
Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face. Guess.' The bird ruffled up its… — Cornelia Funke Copy Share Image
It is reported of the peacock that priding himself in his gay feathers he ruffles them up; but spying his black feet… — Anne Bradstreet Copy Share Image
This is what art is all about. It is weaving fabric from the feathers you have plucked from your own breast. But… — Katherine Paterson Copy Share Image
