Bird In A Cage Quotes Novels & Stories

bird 1 : this fellow is not drinking from few days and didn't bring any girl bird 2 : yeah its true what happened to this fellow bird 1 : can't you understand he fallen in love bird 2 : is it can he also fall in love bird 1 : yeah because angels are born to tame the devils bird 2 : is it then why this guy unable to recognize his feelings bird 1 : because he never felt like this with anyone bird 2 : oh is it can we help this devil to get that angel bird 1 : sure however we don't have any work so let's help this devil bird 2 : okay

- 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.

"I want peace." "Peace?!" His anger surged through the line. "Why are you saying this? Why are you talking like this? Is he making you? Is he forcing you?" I closed my eyes and began to speak in code. "I’ve been thinking a lot... about birds in cages. Some cages are built with steel. Others are made of secrets." He went quiet. "Michael..." "I’m standing near water. A lot of water. And metal. I can hear the sea." A beat.

"I’m like a bird in a cat’s cage. There’s no way out. All I can do is wait for that fool to kill me." I furrowed my brows, absorbing his words carefully. Carlos raised an eyebrow. "Listen to this proverb, Miss Harper." I held my breath, waiting for his words. "Like a bird in a cat’s cage." Carlos hung up the phone. Slowly, he stood up. His bandaged leg dragged slightly as he walked away. I remained seated, watching him until his figure disappeared from view. That proverb… it must mean something. I slammed the phone down in frustration and ran my fingers through my hair.

And some women, once they learned to fly, could never go back to being caged. Even if the cage was made of gold. Even if it was made of love.

He crushes out the cigarette, inhaling the night air deeply. “You’re trading one cage for another, Brynn.” “Cage to cage.” The words whisper off my tongue.

The bird was naïve, thought she could fight against the world which was trapping her. She did not obtain visible scars from that faithful day, only the bars. The bars were her scars to remind her she was nothing, but a caged bird bonded to her master.

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

His tone was calm and seemingly pleasant. But they were smarter, the men. They knew that not too deep beneath the calm, laid an cruel storm. "Do you know what a caged bird does the moment it has been let out of its cage?" He asked no one in particular as his slender fingers fondled the vicious looking, pet eagle nesting on his armrest. Everyone held their tongues and kept their silence. It wasn't from ignorance though, but pure fear. The Master continued. "It savours every feel of freedom it had lost, loses track of time....and eventually might chose to remain in the raw pleasures of the wild over the comfort of its cage."

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