The Weight of Feathers Quotes

“He wore his loneliness like his scar.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“The sense of falling did not touch her, not as long as her body was between the hands of this boy who felt steadier in the air than on the ground.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“He was beautiful in ways that made him ugly to his family.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“The scar on her forearm meant she could never be loyal to her family. Her name meant she could never be loyal to the Corbeaus. The only one left to be loyal to was him.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“He thought the feud was live ash a boot heel could stomp out. He didn't notice it burning down both their houses.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“She smelled like halved apples and the new metal of sewing needles and a little like cinnamon.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“He thought Kraft Singles contained, within a few inches, all American evils.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“A black semiplume, the barbs striped deep red, crossed her palm. She lifted it to her face, and her breath trembled the afterfeather. A perfect copy of the plume still burned into her arm, first a curse, now the only thing she had to prove that he had ever touched her.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“They had both been beaten by men who decided that the only things worth less than their souls were their bodies. Cluck”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“That family was el Diablo on earth, with dark wings strapped to their bodies, French on their tongues, a sprinkling of gypsy blood.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“De la vista, nace el amor
From what you see, you love”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers

“So Cluck and Lace kept driving, chasing these things that had gotten lost.”
― Anna-Marie McLemore, The Weight of Feathers