In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.

The soul is like a caged bird, it waits for the right person to open the door and set it free.

I felt caged by my childhood.

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.

A victim has the potential to transform into a survivor, but if that is forgotten, a true victim is what they become. A survivor must endure strife and persevere against those thoughts that would convince...

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 cage. I’d rather...

Once I was free; there was no cage that could bind me, and I had yet to create my box of numbness within my mind to be my silent protector.

These were people who hunted for a way to erase the haunted, malnourished gaze from their souls and replace it with their faith in freedom and safety.

That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.

Death is deceitful, pretending that peace is on the horizon. The truth is that chaos is left in its wake, claiming the souls of those stranded in life. Death is the enemy of love in...

You must not let me out,’ it warned him gently, as it saw his eyes rest on the lock.’If you release me now that I know my nature, I could not help but unmake the...

The walls that caged me were not of this world, but were within my mind.

What do you fear, lady?” [Aragorn] asked. “A cage,” [Éowyn] said. “To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.

The melodious song mesmerized me and cloaked my soul in a most liberating embrace I had never known. The emotion enveloped me, and smothered the emptiness.

I was reading about animals a while back and there was this motherfucking scientist in France back in the thirties or forties or whenever the motherfuck it was and he was trying to get apes...

Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.

Sure, swing your oscillating dick over there, and see how long you last before she runs screaming for the authorities.

Wild rejoice in jungles not in cages.

You wouldn’t want to get squashed.

When I have a girlfriend, I feel caged in, I don’t know why.