#feather

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

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

I told you you’d come", said a nearby voice, one Isobel knew well. "You said you would." (…) "You shouldn’t have, though", he said, and looked up, his face twisted with anger. "Even if we knew you would, you shouldn’t have." He got up and began moving toward her. "Why", he growled, "when we will only show you we are not worth it? Why, when we have no other choice but to prove to you we’re not worth it? ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#isobel #pinfeathers #varen #anger

The only thing I have done religiously in my life is keep a journal. I have hundreds of them, filled with feathers, flowers, photographs, and words - without locks, open on my shelves. ↗

— Terry Tempest Williams

#feathers #filled #flowers #hundreds #i

Beth…Beth… He whispered her name in his mind, unwilling to break the spell that surrounded them with any sound. He did not want to hear his voice; the only sounds he desired were the soft inhalations of Beth’s breath, her sighs of pleasure, the brush of his body and hers as he loved her. She was beautiful, so perfect. He wanted to sit back and feast his eyes on her, sear her into his memory, lying like this, waiting for him. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#elizabeth #iain #temptation-and-twilight #beauty

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

But this night is not through. We’ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the f*cking will commence. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#jane #matthew #love

A willing heart adds feather to the heel. ↗

— Joanna Baillie

#feather #heart #heel #willing

She glared at him through tear-filled eyes. “You talk of your pain? You cannot even begin to understand the sacrifice I have made. I gave away a piece of myself, my soul! But I did it out of love, never think otherwise. I made the choice to live my life without her because I knew in my heart she would be better off without me and I could not bear to know that a life created out of such perfect love would be forced to live with the ugly truth of her birth. I thought,” she sobbed, breaking down before him. “I thought…I did the right thing. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#anais #charlotte-featherstone #lindsay #life

Self-pity in its early stages is as snug as a feather mattress. Only when it hardens does it become uncomfortable. ↗

— Maya Angelou

#does #early #early stages #feather #hardens