Caged Birds Quotes Novels & Stories

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.

Even my heart skipped a beat! But suddenly, quick shadows flickered overhead and a rusty scream echoed over the Citadel. Lesana opened her eyes in horror and they reflected black birds soaring in circles. Crows... Harbingers of death, scavengers. Their hoarse voice fell from the sky, echoing. Where are these nasty birds from? And why won't anyone chase them away? Cold sweat trickled down between her shoulder blades. Everyone knows: where the raven circles, death walks there.

Kyrian sniffled. "Birds and dogs are different. A dog can run around the house freely, but a bird's world is just a small cage. It spends its whole life perched by the bars, staring at the blue sky outside. The sky seems so close, but it can never fly out. You might love the bird and give it the best food every day, but do you think it's really happy?" "Are you saying Dad is like the cage, and you're the bird?" Kyrian blinked, asking.

“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 crept into the woods on tiptoe one wonderful night, when the captive birds sang for their liberation. Their cries sounded like a dejected lament about self-satisfaction and the cage they’d never called home. The gypsy wind rocked the trees, and I undoubtedly took the step to provide them with their desired salvation, the ability to breathe and fly freely. They took off, finally returning home. Then I returned to my own cage, which was less filthy but still chained..

Making sure that the witches are not coming to visit or leaving me anything is important even if I do not want them to know that that is what I am doing. There are even some wildlife that are getting friendlier as the time passes. Some of the birds have even come to sit in the cage with me when I am lounging. I keep trying to convince them to come even closer and perch on me but so far they are not having it. I keep remembering stories of messenger pigeons from when I was younger. They used to train the birds to take messages and letters to other people. Since I cannot seem to get ahold of Dante through our mind link I want to see if I can teach the birds to carry a letter to him or Elle.

Olivia patiently explained, "I felt the same way as a child. I wanted my family to be together too. Back then, your grandmother didn't love your grandfather at all. "She treated me and your grandfather with indifference every day. Do you know what happens when a person is unhappy every day? She would become depressed and angry. She would spread negative emotions to everyone around her. Have you ever had a pet bird?" "No, but I have a cat. Dad gave it to me. He said that you love cats." "Birds and cats are different. A cat can run around the house freely, but a bird is trapped inside a cage. It can only look at the sky from within the cage.

I tilted my neck to find the room empty. I breathed out and collapsed on the floor with hot tears trailing down on my cheeks which I never knew I held. They say a caged bird remains in the cage no matter how much it tries to fly away with its broken wings. It will always remain weak, broken and shackled. And here I was the one. All broken, numb and destroyed. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I hope you like it. Thoughts so far?

She must make up for what she has caused herself. Things weren't going according to her plan. She wanted to expose him, punish him and sent him to jail but seems like she is the one who's in jail, his house. She couldn't help but describe this luxurious penthouse as a jail. Afterall how can a house become a home when we are trapped in it without consent. She felt like a caged bird. No matter if the cage is made of gold or rubies if that makes you feel like hostage. The screeching sound of the car caught her attention and like a curious cat she peeked a little to see the familiar porshe car making its way inside. Her already accelerated heart started beating violently at the mere alert.

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!"