Bird In A Cage Quotes Novels & Stories

The large trees, the water and the sky feels so serene that it feels like they are mocking me as they are free and I'm being caged inside a golden cage. I feel like I'm a bird whose wings have been clipped off and I'm moving towards my golden cage for my entire life. I sighed one last time at my life and closed my eyes, shutting down everything.

“Okay.” She adjusted the blanket around him, tucking it lightly under his shoulders. “There once was a little bird,” she began softly, “who lived in a very large cage. The cage was beautiful. It was made of gold, and everyone who saw it thought the bird was lucky.” His eyes were already softer now. “But the bird didn’t care about gold,” she continued. “It cared about the sky.” He blinked slowly. “The bird would sit by the bars every day and look out at the open sky, wondering what it would feel like to fly without limits.”

I giggled as I watched the little bird fly around the room excitedly which made me wonder how long it had been in that cage. My smile faded as a thought came into my mind. The bird reminded me of myself. I was just like the bird, I've always enjoyed freedom but like the bird I was locked in a large mansion and was deprived from moving about and having fun, just like his the bird was deprived from flying around and playing peacefully.

"Honestly, I did not care about what you told me, but Pierce insisted I tell everyone, he wanted to ruin you, he fucking hates you, so consider this my warning to you, we used to be friends after all." The world I have created is a bubble of illusions that can be shattered with the slightest touch. What is crueler than a cage so small that a bird is unable to fly? It is a cage so large that a bird starts to believe it can fly. It does not feel trapped and is caught up in the illusion of freedom. Soaring victoriously to the sky, only to have my wings melt and be dragged back into the same very hell. And it hurt more than any physical pain. Something inside of me just broke, that's the only wa

I would remain physically his wife and stay inside this cage he built and locked me inside… but spiritually, emotionally, and mentally I would be completely free, independent, and forever beyond his reach and control. He could lock me inside this house… but he could never lock my spirit or my soul. He could strip away my rights and public status… but he could never strip away my dignity, my pride, and my true worth which came from within myself and not from him or his name. He could bring hundreds of women and treat them like queens and goddesses… but he could never, ever make me feel small, inferior, or worthless because I knew perfectly well exactly who I was and exactly what I truly deser

After that, every time she turned down people who tried to pursue her, they would all back off. Jamie observed her troubled expression and couldn't help but find her sincerity endearing. The longer he looked at her, the more he felt sorry for her. "You've clearly rejected my confession. You haven't said anything ambiguous or done anything inappropriate. How are you leading me on in any way? Mel, this world tries to impose all kinds of rules on you, but I hope you don't use these baseless rules to limit yourself! What others think of you shouldn't become the cage that traps you!"

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.

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."

“Then you’re in for a first.” I parked near a quiet corner where the smell of roasted corn and fried dough filled the air. She smiled—genuine this time. Watching her laugh as she tasted something simple made the world feel almost right. For a moment, I let myself forget who we're, birds in a beautiful cage . We were walking back to the car when it happened. The screech of tires. The blur of black vans. Shouts—three, maybe four voices—men moving fast. “Lia—”

I wish I could be with them, I wish I could transform into a tiny bird and fly out of this cage that holds me prisoner. The sun is rising at the horizon, it spills pink and golden colours. Its light is too bright, I shield my eyes with my hands. If I wasn't in so much excruciating pain and confined in a cage, the sunrise would have been a sight to behold but not today. Not now that I'm a captive, lessened to the level of a lowly beast. My dignity has been snatched away and ripped into shreds. I can't cry. Tears have evaded me. I've got no tears left, I've shed all I could.