Quotes About Caged

Eventually the Woodsman spoke. 'We all have our routines,' he said softly. 'But they must have a purpose and provide an outcome that we can see and take some comfort from, or else they have no use at all. Without that, they are like the endless pacings of a caged animal. If they are not madness itself, then they are a prelude to it.

always fugitive, always near always concealed, always disdainful always leaving, always untouched always in black, always dreaming always the bitter flower always the night, always concealed always fugitive, always caged always your face always the bitter flower of your lips, always your bed always near, always fleeing always waiting, always waiting always calling to you always the night deepens always the night always fugitive, always near

Insanity is coasting through life in a miserable existence when you have a caged lion locked inside and the key to release it.

Her fear kept her as caged as her canaries. The glass windows were no different than their metal bars.

Usually when you see females in movies, they feel like they have these metallic structures around them, they are caged by male energy.

Usually when you see females in movies, they feel like they have these metallic structures around them, they are caged in by male energy.

Who among us can deny that within every adult is caged a frightened child?

Yes, though trained as an engineer, I shifted to education as I realized that the system needed to be changed; I saw so many of the bright minds caged.

beneath the caged flutter of hope fear blooms in the liver as a spear where memory burns its fever across the spoke of my body

The little comfort of love? -Is that comfort so little? -Caged birds accept each other but flight is what they long for.

Some of the snowballs have a kind of animal energy. Not just because of the materials inside them, but in the way that they appear caged, captured.

This is what I am. A vault of secrets. They flutter inside my chest like caged birds, wanting to take flight but afraid to fly.

Buried emotions are caged nighthawks that have fallen in love with the moon. They don't understand the sun because they were born with the darkness of shadows in their soul.

Madame Péricand thought reproachfully. She was one of those middle-class women who generally trust the lower classes. "They're not so bad if you know how to deal with them," she would say in the same condescending and slightly sad tone she used to talk of a caged animal. She was proud that she kept her servants for a long time. She insisted on looking after them when they were ill.

There is a blue bird in my heart that wants to get out.

He paced the room like a caged tiger, splendid in his wounded anger.

Growth is usually uncomfortable. If you're looking for comfort, you will more than likely feel tired and old earlier than you want, and the misery of your caged soul will always be looming nearby.

The truth is I love being alive. And I love feeling free. So if I can't have those things then I feel like a caged animal and I'd rather not be in a cage. I'd rather be dead. And it's real simple. And I think it's not that uncommon.

A caged canary is secure; but it is not free. It is easier for free men to resist terrorism from afar than tyranny from within.

One opal cloudlet in an oval form reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm which in a distant valley has been staged for we are most artistically caged.

When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

I glance at the exit across the room. I want out. The bird in my chest is crashing up against its cage. I can feel the heavy thump, thump, thump of its feverish body inside and I open my mouth, not to speak, but to let the bird out so I can breathe.

My impressions of Hank are of a man reaching but unreachable, gentle but capable of sudden wild and dangerous violence, sharply critical of others but equally self-critical, caged and fighting the bars but timid of the light, viciously opposed to external restraint, imposing an iron slavery on himself. His face is a picture of opposites in conflict.

The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance, then closed for a moment, as though to hide their secret. When they opened, the mist of a dream had passed across them.