#feather

Love melts the rigor which the rocks have bred; a flint will break upon a feather bed. ↗

— John Cleveland

#break #bred #feather #flint #love

Invest in a feather duster - the possibilities are endless. ↗

— Anne Rice

#feather #invest #possibilities

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

Peter was 2 years and 10 months old when we began to study him. He was afraid of a white rat, and this fear extended to a rabbit, a fur coat, a feather, cotton wool, etc., but not to wooden blocks and similar toys. ↗

— Mary C. Jones

#began #blocks #coat #cotton #etc

I don't need to have three feather pillows in my trailer. I just don't work that way. ↗

— Dominic Monaghan

#i #just #need #pillows #three

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

The crimson satin lining gleamed in the firelight, and so, too, did his eyes. When he looked up at her, there was a mist to them once again. “Little magpie,” he whispered as he looked at the black onyx ring. “You gave up everything for this, didn’t you?” She nodded. “That is how much I trust you. Everything I had hidden away in that biscuit jar went to this. All my worldly goods are in that ring, Jude.” “Then I will take it and hold it close, and never give you cause for regret.” He put the ring on his index finger, and Isabella grinned. How perfect it looked—how utterly sensual. She wanted that ringed hand on her body, comforting her. Loving her. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#isabella #jude #seduction-and-scandal #love

Matty,” Jane whispered, “what are you thinking?” He smiled, kissed her navel before glancing up at her. “Barbaric thoughts.” “You’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” He laughed and slid up the length of her body. “I am. It’s such a powerful visual to know that my seed is responsible for the life within you and the incredibly arousing changes in your body. “And, I, of course, have nothing to do with it?” “Jane,” he whispered, “let me have my moment of male glory. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#jane #matthew #sinful-epilogue #change

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

Why slap them on the wrist with feather when you can belt them over the head with a sledgehammer. ↗

— Katharine Hepburn

#feather #head #over #slap #them