Quote by Catherynne M. Valente Download Open image ““Everything good in the world has feathers and wings and claws.”” — Catherynne M. Valente ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (7 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“A bird's beauty lies in its feathers, but its strength lies in its wings.” — Matshona Dhliwayo Copy Share Image
“Whenever we leave the ground And take to the sky I'll smile as I'm gazing down Cause I've always wonder why we won't need… — Owl City Copy Share Image
“made of iron and steel and everything strong all bound up in feathers and kitten fur and everything soft.” — Kristen Ashley 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 you a… — George Pendle Copy Share Image
“Look not long at what’s offered, for every precious thing has wings and may fly away.” — Stephen King Copy Share Image
“How can you fly? I mean you have wings. Feathers. Did you know you have wings?” — Sally Painter Copy Share Image
“Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders round as ravens claws.” — Jim Morrison Copy Share Image
“Why? But why don't we have feathers? Or Wings? Nothing but the shoulder blades where wings would be attached? Why, because we no longer… — Yevgeny Zamyatin Copy Share Image
“If only I had feathered wings, that could bend and curve and reach, beyond imagined dreams, unhindered by the weight of earth.” — Craig Froman Copy Share Image
“I may never fly—in the bird sort of way. But I do have wings.” — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
When I saw him I thought I could curl up inside him and go to sleep and never wake up." "Men are no good… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We all just keep moving, September. We keep moving until we stop. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You couldn't ever really fix a sad story. You could only make another. And another. And another, until you found the right one at… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“He considers it for a moment and spits out the seeds, which sprout, quickly, into tiny junkblossoms sizzling with recursive algorithms. The algorithms wriggle… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“Truly, Mallow yearned to know everything. Curiosity was part of her, like her short blond hair and bitten fingernails.” — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“The cicada lies in the earth for seventeen years. It is warm and dark there, it is soft and wet. Its little legs curl… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
We all live inside the terrible engine of authority, and it grinds and shrieks and burns so that no one will say: lines on… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Her heart was bruised by the kiss, smashed and surprised and unsettled by it. September thought kisses were all nice, sweet things asked for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“September put her hand on the grip of the Rivet Gun. She’d only just gotten it, and she’d promised to take copious notes for… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Just tell yourself a story that'll satisfy you and pretend he told it. — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
“You see, the future is a kind of stew, a soup, a vichyssoise of the present and the past. That's how you get the… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
Fairy tales have always been about getting through the worst of everything, the darkest and the deepest and the bloodiest of events. They are… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
