Birds born in cages think that flying is a disease.
I am a cage, in search of a bird.
You are not called to be a canary in a cage. You are called to be an eagle, and to fly sun to sun, over continents.
Many prefer not to exercise their imaginations at all. They choose to remain comfortably within the bounds of their own experience, never troubling to wonder how it would feel to have been born other than they are. They can refuse to hear screams or to peer inside cages; they can close their minds and hearts to any suffering that does not touch them personally; they can refuse to know. I might be tempted to envy people who can live that way, except that I do not think they have any fewer nightmares than I do. The wilfully unimaginative see more monsters. They are often more afraid.
I know why the caged bird sings.
That's the thing about depression: A human being can survive almost anything, as long as she sees the end in sight. But depression is so insidious, and it compounds daily, that it's impossible to ever see the end. The fog is like a cage without a key.
Home life is no more natural to us than a cage is natural to a cockatoo.
Much talking is the cause of danger. Silence is the means of avoiding misfortune. The talkative parrot is shut up in a cage. Other birds, without speech, fly freely about.
A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.
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 silk around my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers.
Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.
I never thought much of the courage of a lion tamer. Inside the cage he is at least safe from people.
I have a tendency to kick it up. I like to rattle the cage.
What a cage is to the wild beast, law is to the selfish man.
Something about her eyes or voice has always suggested the hint of a free spirit, trapped in a Peck and Peck cage, dreaming of making rude noises at public gatherings of Republicans.
A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.
The soul helps the body, and at certain moments raises it. It is the only bird that sustains its cage.
People only get really interesting when they start to rattle the bars of their cages.
The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.
To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, 'What's it for?'
Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.
Some newspapers are fit only to line the bottom of bird cages.
Cage's Music of Changes was a further indication that the arts in general were beginning to consciously deal with the given material and, to varying degrees, liberating them from the inherited, functional concepts of control.
A word once let out of the cage cannot be whistled back again.
Cold walls do not a prison make, nor iron bands a bondsman.
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