#feathers

As I said, you have mistaken me for another. London is full of drab little peahens, sir. Now, then, I’m leaving,” she said in a huff. “To change?” he asked, unable to stop from goading her. “To write a poem for my toast,” she snapped. “And you may suffer, for I will not help you with yours.” “No need, darling,” Matthew drawled, his words intending to push her away. “I doubt you know a suitable word that will rhyme with fuck. ” “Stuck,” she said, turning to face him. “For two days, my lord. We are stuck with one another. Let us make the best of it.” “And how do you propose we do that?” “By giving each other wide berth. We will not stand together, we will not talk to one another and we will most certainly not look at one another.” “No problem from this quarter.” “Good. You may be assured that it will be no difficulty for me, either.” -Matthew and Jane ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#jane #matthew #sinful #change

I’ve often thought of becoming a professional hat designer. I’d make hats with many feathers, hats that wake you up in the morning, hats that lay eggs, and, most importantly, hats that can be eaten for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#dinner #feathers #funny-hats #lunch #strange

Everywhere you are, I will be. Everywhere you go, I will go. I will follow you into your dreams, stay while you sleep, watch while you eat.” That sinful bottom lip touched hers, then played with it, brushing it, tugging on it, parting her mouth as if he had all the time in the world to play and coax. “I will be the very air you breathe. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

#charlotte-featherstone #pride-and-passion #dreams

As though sensing her heightening alarm, Pinfeathers halted his advance. "I can’t help it that I’m susceptible to you", he whispered. "You know that. It’s just that you’re so...unreal...and so I have to touch you. If only to be certain that I’m not the one who’s dreaming. You see, I hear that sort of thing is going around. ↗

— Kelly Creagh

#isobel #pinfeathers #reality #dreams

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

I'm one of those people who was taught not to ruffle any feathers. Of course, I have no problem ruffling feathers. ↗

— Anne Heche

#course #feathers #i #no problem #people

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

Tis not your time, my love,” he whispered. “You will not die tonight.” “Never,” I said to him, “for I have been blessed by Death’s Eternal Kiss. ↗

— Charlotte Featherstone

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

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul - and sings the tunes without the words - and never stops at all. ↗

— Emily Dickinson

#feathers #never #sings #soul #stops

Is education possibly a process of trading awareness for things of lesser worth? The goose who trades his is soon a pile of feathers. ↗

— Aldo Leopold

#education #feathers #goose #his #lesser