“Feathers are light; but when they come together, they become heavy!”

Inside the fogs, you think better and thus you see better!

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

For a city to be beautiful, it must have a mysterious air!

Life is a miracle; walking is a miracle; watching the sunset is a miracle; everything is a miracle, because existence is a miracle!

To be a ‘believer’ does not make you superior to others; but to be a ‘humanist’ does make it so!

Wherever you stop, you will stay there. Don’t expect the ground beneath you to move forward!

The wisdom of a lonely tree is higher than the wisdom of the forest, because there is more thinking in it!

There are only two options for a ship: Either to sail to the sea and fight with the waves or rot in a port! The same is valid for the man!

Whether it is sunny or rainy, make your walk to your destination!

Be it a house, be it a car or be it a little motorbike, there is always a place for the family!

Beautiful roads do not always lead to beautiful places! Heaven may be hidden at the end of an ugly road! Do not be deceived by the beginning; try to see the end!

You can’t get the taste of winning in a running competition with a turtle!

In a twilight garden, when a brown nightingale starts singing, what is left to a blonde chicken is to remain silent.

You want to do something good for the flowers? Then, keep the flowers in the soil, in nowhere else!

The Sun after the rain is much beautiful than the Sun before the rain!

The road to happiness has never been a straight one, and yet, it is the only road worth traveling, no matter how curvy or rocky it is!

My freedom doesn’t end with you, it keeps expanding itself with its little invisible feathers, to grow into a phenomenon of never resting soul.

If things like that are going to ruffle your feathers, don’t bother doing the job.

On the contrary, there is a considerable body of evidence that these fossil traces, known as ‘dino-fuzz’, have nothing to do with bird feathers…

I am troubled, immeasurably by your eyes. I am struck by the feather of your soft reply.

The feather was a thing, when I was a kid, we used to find feathers around the house, and whenever we found them, my mum used to say it was my nan leaving them around for us to find, so that was quite sweet.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

Our wings are built from the feathers of failure.

She plucked a feather from her magnificent wings and dipped it in ink. She wrote poems bled from her scars guided straight from the depths of her heart.