Our old people noticed this from the beginning. They said that the white man lived in a world of cages, and that if we didn't look out, they would make us live in cages too. So we started noticing. Everything looked like cages. Your clothes fit like ...
Though a cage may be made of gold, it is still a cage.
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.
Quint: [seeing Hooper's equipment] What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut? [examining the shark cage] Quint: Jesus H Christ, when I was a boy, every little squirt wanted to be a harpooner or a sword fisherman. What d'ya have there - a portab...
Humans are born free then put into cages, then convinced freedom is what being in a cage is, and what freedom is, is being in a cage.
The prettiest birds are in a cage.
The caged bird dreams of clouds.
The narrower the cage, the sweeter the liberty.
A cat in a cage becomes a lion.
When the cage is ready the bird is flown.
A golden cage is still just a cage.
The crow may be caged, but its thoughts are in the cornfield.
A golden cage does not feed the bird.
A fine cage won't feed the bird.
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.
Cages are good. My heart is in my rib cage, and love is in my heart. We should put more things in cages, like politicians.
The only good cage is an empty cage.
He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.
Master Sergeant Farell: Can I Help You Sir? Lt. Col. Bill Cage: [looks confused] [talks solemnly] Lt. Col. Bill Cage: Sergeant Farell? Master Sergeant Farell: [Takes a glimpse at the tag name on his own uniform] That is my name. [smiles] Master Serge...
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange suns rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings ...
Fights begin and end with handshakes.
