Bird Cage Quote Novels & Stories

And sure enough there is a struggling grey pigeon inside the cage. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING,” Kirsten screamed at Don, “TIME IS RUNNING OUT…?” Don looks at the cage, “But we can’t just leave him here.” “FORGET THE BIRD YOU TWO, HOW ABOUT THE PRIZE…” No one is listening to her now. Everyone is grouped around the cage to examine it and the bird inside. “Who cares about the stupid prize,” Cara muttered. “NO WONDER WHY YOU NEVER ACHIEVED ANYTHING IN SCHOOL,” Kirsten shrieked.

I'd seen that cage used a few times before, but I'd never seen someone like a bird, but that girl seemed to fit in very well with the scene, because she really resembled a small, delicate bird. The tables below the cage had been moved further away, so that everyone could appreciate the beauty of the “caged bird”. As I was paying attention to the cage, I saw Scarlett approaching the cage, she had some cut fruit in a small bowl.

Taking it on her hand she opened the cage and let the bird fly in the sky. She smiled thinking that at least someone is free and happy. "So Rajkumari doesn't like to be in a cage huh?" Anshuman asked and Chitrangada made an irritated face "Why do you have to be around me all the time? Don't you have any other work to do?" Chitrangada asked him

- I said quietly trying to light the room with only that lamp and I heard a noise again. I lit the lamps I found until I found a birdcage with a bird in it, a small gray dove. - Zinc wants food, Zinc wants food. - He spoke? I opened the cage and the bird flew into a pot and knocked it to the ground spilling several grains. Alright then, it's been weeks without someone to feed it.

Birds should fly in the sky freely, fishes should swim in rivers and sea freely and other animals should roam around as they please without restrictions. We humans think why would they want to leave or be sad when they have everything under their feet? They should feel they are lucky that they are getting everything without doing any hard work. A cage is a cage no matter how beautiful it looks or how luxurious it is. In my case I am the bird who is trapped in this golden luxurious cage whom I have to call my home. I have every luxury near my feet except my freedom. That is my birth right to have but unfortunately It is taboo for me to have.

Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. "Did you say that?" he hissed at the parrot. "Yes," the parrot confessed, then squawked, "I'm just trying to warn you." The burglar relaxed. "Warn me, huh? Who do you think you are any way?" "Moses," replied the bird. "Moses" the burglar laughed, "what kind of stupid people would name a parrot 'Moses'?" "The same kind of stupid people that would name a rottweiler 'Jesus'!" said the parrot.

"It takes time for a man to learn how to crawl and then walk. It even takes a longer amount of time for a man to grow a beard and start having strange feelings towards women. Ifeme! It takes years for a man to grow old, for a man to realise certain important events in life where he has made mistakes when he should have taken a better alternative. But it takes forever for a man to be perfect. It takes forever for a man to be a man. I can understand how you feel about this a little but you still have a lot of years to realize your potentials." Ifeme glimpsed over. "I don't think I understand what you are trying to say." "Take a look at that bird sleeping like it has no future plans," Okoli sai

The bird’s flight echoed something in me, and my fingers curled by my side. I glanced at Zane. “This should be easy. Birds represent freedom,” I said, my voice light, too energetic. “It’s escaping.” “Escaping instead of dominating the cage—that doesn’t sound like freedom.” Zane’s voice cut through. “Sounds like cowardice.” I flinched, his words burning my skin, hotter than it should. Part of me wanted to argue. To tell him running away was the best form of freedom. But another told me he wouldn’t care. Just like he didn’t care about my other interpretation.

Lana said still focus on looking around. I sigh then smile as I look around. I suddenly stop when I see a cage hanging on a tree brunch and a big bird inside weakly struggling to get out. I immediately climb the tree which is a little too hard since I’m wearing a dress. When I reach the branch where the cage is hanging I slowly slide towards it and then pull the rope that is holding the cage. The big bird with a brownish color and a size of a chicken starts to struggle then it weakly stop; it looks like it is slowly losing breaths.

Rex stammered, looking over the edge of the balcony the was close to, pointing towards a cage, “Is that a skylark?” “Yes, that blasted thing pecks and scratches anyone who comes close, I had to give a refund after it was sold, the person could not get close without it trying to kill him” Poe said, screwing his face up while looking at it. “What is going to happen to it?” Rex asked, looking at the bird who was fussing, pacing the small cage, chirping quietly. “Well seeing as it cannot be sold, it will be put down” Poe answered, taking a swig of his drink.