Caged Birds Quotes Novels & Stories

“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 dreamed of a silver bird that forgot how to fly because the cage was made of its favorite memories. When I woke up, the sun was hitting the glass, and the scanners were already humming downstairs. The work had begun. And the cage was now my home.

He looks carefully at the abstract art he's drawing, "What is the theme? Mind telling me?" Tom picks up a small brush and takes some yellow color from the palette, staring at the drawing. "After a long time of struggle, a bird freed itself from its cage, it came to know the taste of freedom. It knew very well the world inside the cage, but what it didn't know was the outside world. The taste of freedom was very unique, until it drifted into the danger of unknown, foreign outside world, 'cause it was nothing like inside of the bars," he grazes the yellow color slowly.

Baba Tunde gazed at Agnes with a warm smile, his eyes filled with wisdom that seemed to transcend time. He began to share with her the ancient proverbs about birds and freedom, their words floating in the air like a gentle breeze. "Listen closely, Agnes," he said, his voice carrying the weight of ages. "In the realm of birds, there is profound wisdom." "A bird does not sing because it has an answer; it sings because it has a song," Baba Tunde began, his eyes twinkling with knowledge. "This proverb teaches us to embrace our unique gifts and talents, to express ourselves without fear, just as the birds sing their songs with joy."

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 clicked his tongue in annoyance. Within the confines of her gilded cage, Journee’s heart was in her throat, stifling my breath. The air within this luxurious plane suffocated the very essence of her life, slowly prolonging her torment. She is like the phoenix, meant to thrive and return home when set free. Now, a prison fashioned by her father’s hand awaited her.

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.

They don't chirp or rattle the cage when I approach rather stay as they are and stare at me with their black jewels. Birds are quite timid creatures like me I have never seen such that are calm as if they have no care in the world. But should birds be kept in cages? Should they not be free to roam the skies as they were born to? My thoughts are broken apart by the sound of fresh water flowing which makes me perk up amazed. Another place for me to explore! This place is magical. Bidding farewell to the birds I follow the same path to find the source. I keep walking deeper and deeper into the maze-like garden.

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.

The king sighs after hearing me. “I call you dove because of your spirit to fly not because you are allowed to fly or not”. He says in a serious tone. “If you know this then you must know that God has not created birds to be kept in cages. Birds die when kept in captivity and birds are given wings because they are born to fly”. I tell the king. Today, I have started this topic again because I am tired of living this life. I am sure that if I succeed in convincing the king then he will let me have a little bit of freedom. Maye I am allowed to breathe in peace.