#feather

A bird that has lost it's feathers can no longer sail through the sky's. And a person who has lost her memories can no longer find her way through the world she once called home. But still, I keep my faith. But as long as I have my life, new memories will be carved into the sand of time. ↗

— Sakura

#lost-memories #faith

Yes, you can lose somebody overnight, yes, your whole life can be turned upside down. Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind. ↗

— Shania Twain

#come and go #down #feather #go #life

Men think highly of those who rise rapidly in the world; whereas nothing rises quicker than dust, straw, and feathers. ↗

— Lord Byron

#feathers #highly #men #nothing #quicker

Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul And sings the tune without the words And never stops at all. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#hope #inspirational #souls #inspirational

Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been blessed by Death’s Eternal Kiss. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella-s-imagination #seduction-and-scandal #death

Democracy! Bah! When I hear that I reach for my feather boa! ↗

— Allen Ginsberg

#boa #democracy #feather #hear #i

You kissed me, and I opened my eyes and thought you were Death. You were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and I clung to the memory of you because it gave me comfort—the only bit of happiness I had ever had. You were my secret fantasy, my lover. My story… Lord Death is you, and the woman he stalks…is me.” “Why have you come,” he asked, “when you now know the truth?” “Because when you saved me, you forged a link between us. I don’t believe it will ever break.” “Bella,” he whispered, “I couldn’t allow you to take your life. Couldn’t bear the thought of existing in a world that you did not. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella #jude #seduction-and-scandal #beauty

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#feathers #never #sings #soul #stops

A pun is not bound by the laws which limit nicer wit. It is a pistol let off at the ear; not a feather to tickle the intellect. ↗

— Charles Lamb

#ear #feather #intellect #laws #limit

Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account? ↗

— Jean Paul

#beats #because #covering #feathers #fur