#feather

Black would trust her with his secrets. He would protect hers. But did she trust him with her heart? Could she? She thought of Wendell, and no longer felt any remorse for her feelings. She did not love him. Her heart had been taken two years ago, by a stranger she thought she had conjured up in the atmosphere of her imagination. He had asked her to trust him—and there was only one way she knew how. She reached into the wardrobe and pulled out the crimson gown. No regrets. No seduction. No scandal. Only love. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella #seduction-and-scandal #imagination

She followed the melting flakes, revelling in the thickness, the softness of his hair, which he wore long. She had loved to run her fingers through it before. Tug at it in mounting pleasure. Snuggle into it in the shared intimacy of their loving. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#elizabeth #iain #temptation-and-twilight #love

I’m going to cut you,” Georgiana murmured. “I’m going to mark that face of yours and show him what I’m capable of.” “He’d still love me,” Elizabeth whispered. “It’s a concept you could never understand, Georgiana. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#temptation-and-twilight #love

A willing heart adds feather to the heel. ↗

— Joanna Baillie

#feather #heart #heel #willing

I don't know if it's animalistic or what, but men become like peacocks with their feathers up when women are around. ↗

— Bradley Cooper

#around #become #feathers #i #know

I have been wearing black, which was a reaction to the Ginger thing. But now I have hopes and I can be anything. Tomorrow I might be naked with a feather boa, who knows? ↗

— Geri Halliwell

#been #black #boa #feather #ginger

Kevin Costner has feathers in his hair and feathers in his head. The Indians should have called him 'Plays with Camera.' ↗

— Pauline Kael

#camera #costner #feathers #hair #head

Life is always a tightrope or a feather bed. Give me the tightrope. ↗

— Edith Wharton

#bed #feather #give #give me #life

Oh, God, I would give anything to change the past,” he gasped. “To make it so that the last thing you saw was not me walking away from you. In your memories I am forever one and twenty, and cocky, and sneering, and looking self-righteous. And I’ve changed, Beth,” he gasped, choking on a sob he could not hide. “I want so damn much for you to see how I’ve changed. To see me now. There are no lies in my eyes. No motives other than to show you that I am not the callous man I was. And that I love you…. I love you so damn much.” He was crying. The tears trickled unchecked down his cheeks, dripping onto his lips. She touched them, wiped them away, which only caused them to spill faster and harder. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#iain #temptation-and-twilight #change

My mother might find a thin gold chain at the back of a drawer, wadded into an impossibly tight knot, and give it to me to untangle. It would have a shiny, sweaty smell, and excite me: Gold chains linked you to the great fairy tales and myths, to Arabia, and India; to the great weight of the world, but lighter than a feather. ↗

— Anne Lamott

#back #chain #chains #drawer #excite