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The man flaps about with a bunch of feathers: the woman goes to work softly with a cloth.
- Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr.
As a bird with beautiful feathers is the target of hunters, so the gifted are targets of the envious.
- Matshona Dhliwayo
The wings of the ostrich flap joyfully, but cannot match the pinions and feathers of the stork.
- Job 39:13
Though you lie down among the sheepfolds, the wings of the dove are covered with silver, and her feathers with shimmering gold.”
- Psalm 68:13
and tell them that this is what the Lord GOD says: ‘A great eagle with great wings and long pinions, full of feathers of many colors, came to Lebanon and took away the top of the cedar.
- Ezekiel 17:3
But there was another great eagle with great wings and many feathers. And behold, this vine bent its roots toward him. It stretched out its branches to him from its planting bed, so that he might water it.
- Ezekiel 17:7
It was January. Snow was falling; snow had fallen all day. The sky spread like a grey goose's wing from which feathers where falling all over England.
- Virginia Woolf
A great brush swept smooth across his mind, sweeping across it moving branches, children's voices, the shuffle of feet, and people passing, and humming traffic, rising and falling traffic. Down, down he sank into the plumes and feathers of sleep, sank, and was muffled over.
- Virginia Woolf
As a bird with beautiful feathers is the target of hunters, so the gifted are targets of the envious.
- Matshona Dhliwayo
Worry is an old man with bended head, carrying a load of feathers which he thinks are lead.
- Corrie Ten Boom
Virtue could see to do what virtue would by her own radiant light, though sun and moon were in the flat sea sunk. And Wisdom's self oft seeks to sweet retired solitude, where, with her best nurse contemplation, she plumes her feathers, and lets grow her wings.
- John Milton
Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.
- Margaret Atwood