Feather Quotes

“Anger can kill, even a feather gently blowing in the wind.”
― Anthony Liccione

“Of course I’m shielding her, you broken feather!”
― Kim Harrison

“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.”
― Molly Friedenfeld

“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 sails of some great sea vessel, the feathery appendages all he is and all he will ever want to be.
His back muscles flex with the effort that takes him high above the ground. He feels the effort, of course, but sweeping into the sky does not require much of one. The sensation is pleasurable, even exhilarating. With flight there is freedom beyond description, an ecstasy bordering on sexual.
He has only one destination, and that is to soar higher, to no longer be a prisoner of the earth. Here destinations seem irrelevant, the world below small. Flying exceeds every pleasure he knows. In the immense forever of blue sky, all that matters is flight and his ability to climb higher.
Up and up and up...”
― Ken Goldman, Of A Feather

“You can’t blame yourself for what Socrates did. Those birds came because he wanted them to come, at least a part of him did. The pissed off part. Let that roll around in your brain for a while.”
Jamie considered this. “No, Eddie. The hurt part, that’s what did it.”
The crow shrieked again. It seemed louder, and that meant it was closer. Or maybe it was another crow, maybe several. Jamie and Eddie looked toward the sky, listening to the screams. Jamie spoke first.
“We can’t let it happen again. We may be the only ones who know the truth about what Socrates can do.”
“That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too.”
― Ken Goldman, Of A Feather