#feathers

I have made bouquets of pleats, bouquets of flowers, bouquets of ruffles, bouquets of feathers. Often I design in mousseline, held tightly around the waist, and with something else going on all around. ↗

— Giambattista Valli

#bouquets #design #else #feathers #flowers

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

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

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. ↗

— Aesop

#feathers #fine #make #only

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

Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time. ↗

— Jean Paul

#birthdays #broad #feathers #our #time

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

The first time I met death, it was at a ball and we danced a waltz. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

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

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