Bird In A Cage Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

My wolf snarled, We could, we should. But I straightened my spine and exhaled sharply. I turned toward the floor-to-ceiling window. The sunset outside burned in gold and crimson, but the iron bars fitted discreetly into the frame caught my attention instead. It was pretty to the eye, yet a cage all the same. Just like this place, just like this marriage. I stared out at the fading sky, my reflection pale against the glass. I was only a caged bird, I thought. No… a caged wolf.

he grazes the yellow color slowly. "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 things happen to us, to everything, are connected to the beginning, the very moment it began."

If you put a Pigeon inside a cage, it will stay there and spend its whole time locked in four corners of a spacious room. If you add enough pinch of stupidity in the vial and poison the Pigeon with it, it would stay and be numb for its eternity. The only question that comes out of the ordinary is how did the Pigeon meet its death in its immured world? When you kneel in front of the whispers you tend to listen to, you can never outrun the exhilarating pain and stabs. If you come out of the open air to have a bit of a taste of scrutiny, expect freedom coming down at its own cost to none.

“It’s good that you’ve learned from your mistakes. I’ll find time to celebrate your birthday. Since you’re here, you should pay some respect to Mary. She treated you very well when she was alive.” Everyone knew that Mary had hated me and had wanted to shun me. Irene knew that too. Mary had once made me a bowl of poisoned chicken soup, saying that she was concerned about my health. I had ended up in the hospital. She had done that so Zac would be able to spend some alone time with Irene. I suddenly sneered and tossed the flowers onto the ground. Everyone gasped. Irene stared at the scattered flowers and lost her patience completely. “That’s enough, Theo!”

To place his lips on her forehead. Making the creases to disappear and sparks to erupt. " One can' t expect a dove to stay in a cage and love it, value it's worth can it?" " One has to let it go." " To let it take it's own flight, to let the hunters hurt her, to let other birds mock her....to let her fight her own battles, to let her know of the dangers that lay outside." " To have her value the safety of her cage." " To have her finally return and love the comfort of the place she called a prison."

Do not protest the Lords. We are caged with wings intact. We do not fly to a yet different land. Caged with wings intact, I have seen many men with no objection towards trends, just complaints towards self. Why? Ask why? For to cage with wings is a tact that bad in time has revealed. Why cage my wings? Let me fly again with speed. Up high, up high, to my different land.

he said “About the freedom...each cage comprises of everything that resembles their natural habitat.” She meekly nodded at his words but she still couldn’t convince herself that the mammals were happy. Sure...the birds could fly inside the cage, like she ran around in the mansion, but they’ll never touch the clouds. With a heavy heart she proceeded to another display and realized that from there onwards, the replies section began. “I have to take this; It’s an urgent call” Quisito said to her, before bringing the phone to his ear and moving to a space with less noise.

He gulped and answered. “Elena…” “Just a fucking yes or no.” He sighed and spoke, “No. There is not a fucking person or reason in this world to scare me. But sometimes, you have to protect your things, or people steal them.” His meaning was not lost on her because they were delivered while boring his eyes into hers. She walked up to him and stared into his eyes. “First, if something really belongs to you, no one can steal it. But if you cage something, then the cage will eventually give away and the bird will fly off.”

“That makes no sense. She’ll be happy.” “Happy.” I repeated, as though tasting the word for the first time. “Yes. And she’ll want to stay there forever. That’s the point. Do you know what happens when you cage a bird in paradise?” I leaned closer, voice dropping. “It forgets how to fly.” Malachi looked like he might strike me. Foolish boy. But then he says something that ticks my brain off. “Or maybe,” Malachi says, leaning closer, his breath like rot, “he’s already made his choice. And it wasn’t you.”