Bird Cage Quote Novels & Stories

Danielle dismissed her opinion. “I can’t possibly allow myself to live like a caged bird. It doesn’t matter how posh the cage is. I need someone who truly understands me as I am. Karl understands me. That’s why he won’t throw a fit because of my insistence to work or pressure me to resign. He wouldn’t want to see me wasting away like a useless person.

I open the door, “hey Brooklyn, why are you out here by yourself, are you not feeling well?” A smile forms on her face and her hand lifts, her finger points up into a tree, “that bird is trying to get her baby bird back in the nest, but the baby keeps falling out of it.” She swings her legs and her frown forms again, “do you think Momma’s ever get too tired to help their babies.”

The young ALkhun mentioned. "Yes, that is right, master." He laughs. "Birds go wherever they want, right?" Alkhun can see the owl fly away from the trees. "How about you, Jay? Why aren't you going anywhere?" The innocent Alkhun asked. "It's because this is the life I've chosen." Jay was looking far away. At the birds flying out in the sky. "It is caged in this dangerous world after all." He added. That day Jay's eyes facade was teary, and he knew...

The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowl "Don't you think the bird was silly "No, I don't. It wasn't its fault but the man who had put it first in the cage. The thing is," he touches the paint with his finger, "The bird only learnt what the man wanted it to learn. It only saw what it saw inside of the cage, unable to fly in the sky, unable to see the world outside, except that man "So, at last it wasn't a bird anymore "No, it wasn't, it was a prisoner. 'Cause all matters what happened to it at the beginning, at the moment it was born. All the thing

I pointed at the bird and said, “Yes, you can feed it well and keep it safe but it won't be happy.” “How do you know that?” “Do you think it'll be happy inside these four walls? It's no different from a cage. Moreover, it looks young. What if its parents were looking for it?” “Are they looking for it?” “I guess so.” “Wouldn't you look for your toy if you lost it?” He gave me the bird and said, “Then let's release it so that it'll go to its parents.” I gave back the bird to him and said, “Let's release it tomorrow.”

"Your expression shows that you're very satisfied with it." The garden was exquisitely decorated and quietly decorated. It could be said that Jessica liked this place at first glance. Under the winding corridor hung a birdcage, and a parrot was standing on the building. When it saw someone coming, it giggled and said, "Jessica, Jessica, beautiful." Jessica stopped under the cage and grabbed a handful of pine nuts from a small jar to feed them. She had raised this bird for two years, and Thomas had brought it to her first.

said the pigeon " What ?? You are dying ...but .....but there's not even a single wound or any cut on your body .....are you hungry or thirsty ...???...or are you ill? ....tell me ...I'll help you ." said Cynthia with care for the pigeon in her eyes as she was an avid animal lover . She couldn't she didn't want to see any innocent animal or bird dying right in front of her. "No neither am I ill nor hungry or thirsty ....am dying because I have to. No medicine in this world can cure me...I have to die ..... I have to die ." Said the pigeon, his voice getting low and low with every single word he spoke.

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful bird with most beautiful wings.. She was the apple of her owners eye. Who never let her out of her cage in the fear of loosing her. All the other birds were jealous of her, for she had everything they ever wished for. She doesn't had to fight for food,water and shelter like other birds, she had all the best things at her feet, at her deck and call. But only she knew the truth. "Do you want to know the truth?" I asked her and she nodded her head vigorously like a small child. "she was suffocating from inside. She always questioned God why she had been cursed with such a life where she is just a prisoner, not having the freedom like other birds. She was

the boy told him, "and I release it when we arrive at our destination. It would often wander off for hours and wait to respond to my calls to return. And I'm considering only taking it out of the cage when it is time to hunt as a potential solution." Hector disagreed, shaking his head. "Keeping your bird in a cage would be a grave error. Unlike other birds, your bird seems unable to tolerate being confined. Its negative reactions are likely a result of anger towards you, which dissipates when it returns to you. I suggest trusting it and discarding the cage. Allow it to soar above you, and you will find that it will follow you willingly. You will see that your bond with your bird will strengt

The hand writing is very familiar. “This is the only way that I can convey these words to you. The cage was still rattling but the chains were too tight to even break. A bird can only sing its song of pain inside and be barely heard as it flapped its wings in its too small and cramped cage inside the room of the princess. There are times that the bird will try to escape but would always fail, the princess was good at keeping things and making them stay. She knows how to, she has the resources to do so. And yet, even though the cries of the bird were rather quiet, the others still heard its song and came to the rescue. However, they could only do so much when the princess was around. They mus