Best 13 quotes in «peacock quotes» category

She guided me down a narrow cobblestone path winding toward the cottage. Blue-and-white flowers shaped like conch shells bordered the path, and their satiny petals brushed against my ankles. The heady fragrance of frangipane lingered in the air. A rainbow of butterflies circled above our heads. The cottage's thatched roof winked under the sun. The peacock was lying on the front step, docile and languid as a Persian cat. He lifted his head to meet Tulasi's outstretched hand. "This is Puck," she said, stroking his feathers. "Aren't you afraid he'll fly away?" "No, Puck would never do that. He's just as bound to this garden as I am.

Losing from Champion is not that much Mournful, As Winning from Champion is, 'PROUD AS PEACOCK'.

Only you could love such a vile, selfish peacock, Evie.

And that's how the Peacock saved the Chameleon

A peacock that rests on his feathers is just another turkey.

The pride of the peacock is the glory of God.

That's basically the mantra of Herr Silverman's teaching - think for yourself and do what's right for you, but let others do the same.

There are eight different breeds of peacock. I have them all.

Skaters are very much like peacocks.

To Paradise, the Arabs say, Satan could never find the way Until the peacock led him in.

Turkeys are peacocks that have really let themselves go.

A JEWELRY STORE NAMED INDIA If you hold this Dazzling emerald Up to the sky, It will shine a billion Beautiful miracles Painted from the tears Of the Most High. Plucked from the lush gardens Of a yellowish-green paradise, Look inside this hypnotic gem And a kaleidoscope of Titillating, Soul-raising Sights and colors Will tease and seduce Your eyes and mind. Tell me, sir. Have you ever heard A peacock sing? Hold your ear To this mystical stone And you will hear Sacred hymns flowing To the vibrations Of the perfumed Wind.

He’d been so sure he’d never cheat, contemptuous of friends and colleagues who risked perfectly good marriages because they couldn’t keep their pants zipped. Until that night at the new pub across from the courthouse, when Detective Jesca Ashton had grinned at him from down the bar, hair waving to her waist, China-doll teeth glinting in the dim light. When he was young he’d had a thing for long hair.