“Some days my thoughts are just cocoons -- all cold, and dull, and blind, They hang from dripping branches in the grey woods of my mind; And other days they drift and shine -- such free and flying things! I find the gold-dust in my hair, left by their brushing wings.” MindLeftHairColdGoldBlindWingsShiningWoodsFlyingDustBranchesDullGreyMy ThoughtsOf My MindDrippingCocoonsBrushingGold Dust Book:Dreamers on Horseback: (collected Verse) Source: Dreamers on Horseback: (collected Verse)
“Love's the only thing I've thought of or read about since I was knee-high. That's what I always dreamed of, of meeting somebody and falling in love. And when that remarkable thing happened, I was going to recite poetry to her for hours about how her heart's an angel's wing and her hair the strings of a heavenly harp. Instead I got drunk and hollered at her and called her a harpy.” LoveHeartFallHoursHappenedHairAngelWingsMeetingsFalling In LoveThings HappenDrunkKneesRemarkableHeavenlyStringsHarpsHarpies Author:Ben Hecht
“May you find in the nectar of life, the sweetness of hope in your heart, feel the comfort of song birds in your soul, the grace of new wind in your wings. Color you sprirt with rainbows and shower gold dust in your hair. Time heals. Life renews. Dreams take flight agian. close you eyes and drink it all in.” FeelsHeartMaySoulDreamEyeSongGraceColorWindHairDrinkComfortBirdGoldWingsHealFlightDustYour SoulRainbowShowersSweetnessNectarTime HealsGold Dust Author:Laurel Burch
“Because the heart beats under a covering of hair, of fur, feathers, or wings, it is, for that reason, to be of no account?” HeartReasonAnimalHairBeatsAccountsWingsPetAnimal RightsRapperFeathersCoveringFurAnimal WelfareAnimal CrueltyHeart BeatAnimal LifeAnimal EthicsAnimal TestingWildlife Animals Author:Jean Paul
“Bubble gum angels swooped from top margins or scraped their wings between teeming paragraphs, maidens with golden hair dripped sea blue tears into the books spine, grape-colored whales spouted blood around a newspaper item (pasted in) listing arrivals to the endangered spieces list. Six hatchlings cried from shattered shells near an entry made on Easter. Cecilia had filled the pages with a profusion of colors and curlicues, candyland ladders and striped shamrocks.” MadeBookBloodSeaTearsColorHairSixPagesAngelBlueFilledWingsListsNewspapersGoldenBubblesCriedShellsEasterItemsLaddersMarginsGrapesShatteredSpineWhalesEntryParagraphArrivalsMaidensGumBubble GumGolden HairShamrocks Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel
“She is a woman of honour and smartness whose wild leaves out luck, always taking risks, and there is something in her brow now, that only she can recognize in a mirror. Ideal and idealistic in that shiny dark hair! People fall in love with her. She is a woman I don’t know well enough to hold in my wing, if writers have wings, to harbour for the rest of my life.” PeopleIfsKnowsWellsEnoughFallDarkRiskHairIdealsMirrorsLuckWingsFalling In LoveHonourBrowsTaking RisksIdealisticHarbourSmartnessDark HairPerfect Woman Author:Michael Ondaatje
“They were jet, those wings, as deep as the sky, as black as Eoduin's hair—no, blacker, for they were dull, unoiled. They gave off no sheen in the light, no gleam to the eye. They drank up the light and diminished it: they were wings of pure shadow.” LightEyeBlackSkyHairPureShadowWingsDullDrankJetGleam Author:Meredith Ann Pierce
“Rohan's fingertips drifted with stunning delicacy over her throat, behind her ear, pushing into the satiny warmth of her hair. "You are an interesting woman Amelia." Gooseflesh rose wherever his breath touched. "I can't f-fathom why you would think so." His playful mouth traced the wing of her brow. "I find you thoroughly, deeply interesting. I want to open you like a book and read every page." A smile curved the corners of his lips as he added huskily, "Footnotes included.” ThinkingWantI CanBookInterestingBehindsHairPagesMouthsEarsBreathsWingsRoseLipsCornersTouchedPushingThroatWarmthBrowsStunningDelicacyFingertipsFathomAmeliaFootnotesRohan Book:Mine Till Midnight Source: Mine Till Midnight
“I love you, i love your smile your snarl your grin, your face when your sleeping.I love your hair streaming behind you as we fly, with the sunlight making it shine, if it doesn't have too much mud or blood in it, I love seeing your wings spreading out, white and brown and tan and speckled, and the tiny downy feathers right at the top of your shoulders. I love your eyes, whether they're cold or calculating or suspicious or laughing or warm, like when you look at me.” IfsLooksEyeFacesSleepWhiteBehindsLaughingToo MuchSeeingBloodLove YouHairColdWingsShiningWarmTinyShouldersBrownYour FaceSunlightLook At MeMudFeathersSuspiciousBehind YouYour SmileCalculatingStreaming Author:James Patterson