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Bird Cage Quotes

Klaus Kinski quote: "Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the..."
Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the sky? It's much better to look than not to, even if it hurts. Klaus Kinski
Spiro T. Agnew quote: "Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages."
Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages. Spiro T. Agnew
Tennessee Williams quote: "Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for."
Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for. Tennessee Williams
Islam was like a mental cage. At first, when you open the door, the caged bird stays inside: it is frightened. It has internalized its imprisonment. It takes time for bird to escape, even after someone has opened the doors to its cage. Ayaan Hirsi Ali
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom. Maya Angelou
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,-When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings-I know why the caged bird sings! Paul Laurence Dunbar
Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure. Stephen King
The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement. Germaine Greer
A bird named Vlad the Impaler, who spent the bulk of his life hissing and looking at himself in a little mirror hanging[...] in the iron cage, a mirror so dull and cloudy with Vlad the Impaler’s bird-spit that Vlad the Impaler could not possibly have seen anything more than a vague yellowish blob behind a pane of mist[...] A bird that not infrequently literally bit the hand that fed it, before returning to dance in front of its own shapeless reflection, straining and contorting always for a... David Foster Wallace
Dru: "I'll give you a seed if you sing..." Spike: "The bird's dead, Dru. You left it in the cage, and you didn't feed it, and now it's all dead, just like the last one. Dru pouts Oh, I'm sorry, baby. I'm a bad rude man. I just don't like you going out and all. You are weak. Would you like a new bird? One that's not dead? Joss Whedon
Let them go, I tell myself. Say good-bye and forget them. I do my best, thinking of them one by one, releasing them like birds from the protective cages inside me, locking the doors against their return. Suzanne Collins
Rumi quote: "The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird..."
The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage. Rumi
Anais Nin quote: "I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I..."
I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams. Anais Nin
Samuel Johnson quote: "A secret in his mouth, is like a wild bird put into a cage;..."
A secret in his mouth, is like a wild bird put into a cage; whose door no sooner opens, but 'tis out. Samuel Johnson
Oh it was gorgeousness and gorgeosity made flesh. The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of... Anthony Burgess

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