Bird In A Cage Quotes Novels & Stories

Violet’s breath caught in her chest, the weight of his question pressing down on her harder than any touch. The scenary felt unbearably still, every sound, the faint hum of the wind and the cricket , the distant honks of the cars passing by, dissolving into silence. His gaze pinned her in place, steady and unyielding, as though he could see through every wall she had carefully built. She wanted to speak, to offer him the truth he deserved, yet the words tangled at the edge of her tongue like thorns. Violet realized that silence could be louder, more dangerous, than any lie.

'Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go. One of the greatest tragedies in life is to lose your own sense of self and accept the version of you that is expected by everyone else.' 🌹🌹 The Truth and Leaving (Part 1) 🌹🌹 Vala knocks off the chair she was sitting on as the image finally cleared from her head, she manages to get hold of herself before she falls, keeping the empty cup on the table.

"I can do whatever I want. This is my world, Cindy. My family, my connections, my future. You're just visiting." "Then maybe it's time for me to leave," I said quietly. For a moment, something flickered in Fiona's eyes, surprise, maybe even panic. But she covered it quickly. "Oh, but you can't leave, can you? You're stuck here, just like a bird in a cage. And we both know why." "Yes, we do," I said, lifting my chin. "But cages don't last forever." "No, they don't," she agreed. "Sometimes the bird dies. Sometimes it gets eaten by something bigger and stronger. And sometimes, if it's very lucky, someone opens the door and lets it fly away. The question is, which one are you going to be?"

I will no longer allow him to imprison me again in a cage as if I were a bird deprived of freedom. I'll never let it happen. Again.

“You have nothing to worry about. He’s sending me off, anyway.” The woman smiles at me like I am simpleminded. “You are truly daft if you think my grandson is letting you go. It is a game we play often. Let the bird fly, only so it can realize it is and truly made only for its cage. Made to be fed by its owner. Made to sing only at its master’s behest and peer outside the bars in a longing for freedom, whereas its one, true desire is being cherished enough to be kept.”

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.

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.

She followed his eyes to the line of birds migrating above. She studied him again. His lips curved lightly now, eyes squinted, gaze softened like the birds whispered something he inexplicably understood. “I do wish I was a bird,” he muttered, releasing a rustled laugh. “Some people are born with wings but never leave the ground. Birds are the only creatures that can fly wherever they want without needing a physical wings to guide them.” Isla looked at the birds again, her brows knitting as she tried to unlock meaning from the metaphor.

And now, I never would. Because Raymond Silver didn't hold his possessions. He owned them. And I was no exception. I was home. And I would never leave again. Back to this captivity Back to a confined place Where I clamour like a caged bird Clamouring for freedom It's all good though I'm speechless for now

His black Maybach cut through the night and came to a halt at the cliff above the sea. As if performing a magic trick, Samuel lifted a metal cage from the trunk. Inside, a dozen white doves beat their wings. "Now this is the true curtain call for the 'Caged Bird'." He flicked the latch. Moonlight poured over their wings, striking silver. "Come on, Ms. Stockwell, set them free yourself." My hands trembled as I stroked the doves' feathers. The live beat of their wings prickled my palms. When the last dove burst free from the cage, Samuel wrapped his arms around me from behind, his soaked suit clinging to the thin fabric on my back. "Feels like they're flying for you."