The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.
A feather in hand is better then a bird in the ayre.
If honesty was like water that people couldn't live without it, the world which became heavier due to the endless lies would be just light like a feather!
I have been wearing black, which was a reaction to the Ginger thing. But now I have hopes and I can be anything. Tomorrow I might be naked with a feather boa, who knows?
So your desire is to do nothing? Well, you shall not have a week, a day, an hour, free from oppression. You shall not be able to lift anything without agony. Every passing minute will make your muscles crack. What is feather to others will be a rock to you. The simplest things will become difficult. Life will become monstrous about you. To come, to go, to breathe, will be so many terrible tasks for you. Your lungs will feel like a hundred-pound weight.
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.
Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind
Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!
A black-crowned night heron stood on an apron of wet sand, looking across the channel. The feather plume at the back of his head lifted in a faint breeze. Out there the channel churned its cyclonic eddies counterclockwise. Schools of anchovies, halibut, and sea bass came and went: silver flashes, small storms that well up from the inside of the sea but are short-lived, like lightning.
I can take hardship. I can sleep on the cold floor anytime. I can also sleep on a feather bed.
The only interesting thing that can happen in a Swiss bedroom is suffocation by feather mattress.
"You're next, after the feather dancers. " And you had to get their attention, because otherwise people would go, "Oh, a poet. " You really have to learn.
You panic button collector. You clock of beautiful ticks. You run out the door if you need to. You flock to the front row of your own class. You feather everything until you know you can always, always shake like a leaf on my family tree and know you belong here. You belong here and everything you feel is okay. Everything you feel is okay.
May the hinges of friendship never rust, nor the wings of love lose a feather.
Feather to fire,fire to blood Blood to bone,bone to marrow Marrow to ashes,ashes to snow
Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.
Feather by feather the goose is plucked.
Birds of a feather really do flock together.
Do you ever dangle your toes over the precipice, dare the cliff to crumble, defy the frozen deity to suffer the sun, thaw feather and bone, take wing to fly you home?
In many ways, I regard Sharon and Arafat as birds of a feather.
