Her corset was long, with a busk of steel; her waist, as I think I have said, was narrow: the kind of waist the doctors speak against, that gives a girl an illness. Her crinoline...

Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.

The days float on like a feather in the wind, but at the end of the week, I’m still a chicken. Taste my truth.

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

Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!

That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too.

Socrates is flying. No, he is soaring. The wings behind him beat in a calming rhythm while the cool air rushes past. His wings are all that matter, snapping at the rushing wind like the...

A feather when viewed separately may seem like only a feather,But when seen through the eyes of truth it is a sacred instrument that lifts a bird in flight.