#feather

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

Coaches will do what they can but it doesn't necessarily bother me. You are an international referee for a reason. If things like that are going to ruffle your feathers, don't bother doing the job. ↗

— Alan Lewis

#coaches #doing #feathers #going #international

In many ways, I regard Sharon and Arafat as birds of a feather. ↗

— Amos Oz

#birds #feather #i #many #regard

If you keep your feathers well oiled the water of criticism will run off as from a duck's back. ↗

— Ellen Henrietta Swallow Richards

#criticism #duck #feathers #keep #off

I’ll come back to you,” he whispered, not meaning to say it out loud. “And I will ravish you over breakfast, and I will never leave you alone another night of my life. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#charlotte-featherstone #pride-and-passion #life

In Rio Bravo when Duke makes love to Feathers, the scene dissolves to the next morning where we see him putting on his vest and almost humming. It was subtle, but you knew what happened. Give me a towel and some blankets any day! ↗

— Angie Dickinson

#any #blankets #bravo #day #dissolves

It is not your time, love. You will not die tonight. All this time she thought herself in love with the notion of Death. His gallantry, his beautiful soul. She believed he loved her because he had spared her from his grip. But it had not been Death, but Black. “Why?” she asked, and her body shook, knowing his sacrifice, knowing he knew her most guarded secret. “Because I loved you,” he murmured. “I couldn’t let you go, because I knew I could no longer see you, I couldn’t live, either.” Black had risked his life to save her from taking her own. He rose, helped her up and clutched her in his arms. “It is too soon for you to make your decision,” he said. “Come to me when you know what you want. My wishes will remain unchanged.” “What do you want?” He kissed her, pressed her body into his hot, hard one. “To be inside you. To lay you out and touch you with my hands, my mouth and tongue. I want to slip deep inside you and never leave. I want to wake up in the morning and open my eyes to find you lying there next to me. I want to look at my children and see you in their little faces.” “Jude,” she whispered, holding him, weakening. “But I want you to want that as much as I do, Isabella.” “We have too many secrets,” she began. “Our pasts…” “Secrets, like passion, are meant to be spent. I will bear all my sins, all my secrets, when you come to me. It’s all I can offer. You see, little love, I’m afraid, too, but the difference between us is that I believe it’s worth it to face that fear if it means that I’ll have you. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

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

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 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