The world rolls under the long thrust of his heel. Over the cage floor the horizons come.

Work is not a drag for me. I like to get here early, hang out, catch up with the boys. I’ll go in the cage and hit, do my exercises. I try to keep it fun and find ways to enjoy it.

The heart is pure theater throbbing in its cage palpably as any nightingale.

I say if you love something, set it in a small cage and pester and smother it with love until it either loves you back or dies.

I was part of the sort of avant guard tradition of John Cage and music concrete and pushing back the boundaries of avant garde classic pop rhythms. I think everyone brings something completely different to it.

You’re thinking about putting scientists into small cages and doing research on them. I wish it could happen sometimes.

Her beauty was sold for an old man‘s gold. She’s a bird in a gilded cage.

I am afraid of getting older … I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free…. I want, I want to think, to be omniscient…. I think I would like to call myself ‘The girl who wanted to be God.

Let The Rock understand this, he beats your ass in cage match last week and now your the number 1 contender? Well The Rock knows exactly why that is; you’ve got a three foot nose you turn it sideways and stick it straight up Vince’s ass!

Liberty? Why it doesn’t exist. There is no liberty in this world, just gilded cages.

At a young age, I was interested in comic books, which was really how I learnt to read. The name Cage came from a comic book character called Power Man.

I am concerning myself with only one essential thing: to set man free. I desire to free him from all cages, from all fears, and not to found religions, new sects, nor to establish new theories and new philosophies.

I could have completely lost my mind or became a junkie or abandoned all sense and judgment and committed some rash, stupid act that would have sent me right back into the cage. Instead, I chose to be happy – but not so much for the sake of happiness as for spite.

A person isn’t a bird. You can’t cage a person.

Cage of freedom, that’s our prison; we’re the jailer and captive combined Cage of freedom, cast in power; all the trappings of our own design. Blind ambition, steals our reason; we’re soon behind those invisible bars On the inside, looking outside; to make it safer we double the guard.

He who always thinks himself as weak will never become strong, but he who knows himself to be a lion, rushes out from the worlds meshes, as a lion from its cage.

Democracy is the art and science of running the circus from the monkey cage.

I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote.

Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.

I know why the caged bird sings.

One must be chary of words because they turn into cages.

As far as I can recall, the initial shiver of inspiration [for Lolita] was somehow prompted by a newspaper story about an ape in the Jardin des Plantes, who, after months of coaxing by a scientist, produced the first drawing ever charcoaled by an animal: this sketch showed the bars of the poor creature‘s cage.

I know because I read…Your mind is not a cage. It’s a garden. And it requires cultivating.

I like all kinds of wrestling, I like pro wrestling, so if there’s a guy I’ve been feuding with for over a year, and damn it, the only thing left to do is beat the crap out of each other in a steel cage, then it’s time to do it.

Birds born in cages think that flying is a disease.

There are certain times you rattle the press‘s cages, and other times you don’t, and you have to be discerning about it.

Reader, pray that soon this Iron Age Will crumble, and Beauty escape the rusting cage.

Well, one of the first things is to restore the rule of law, to place the government back under the cage of law. Another thing is to stop falling for the myth of democracy.

Sane is rich and powerful. Insane is wrong and poor and weak. The rich are free, the poor are put in cages. Res Ipsa Loquitur, amen. Mahalo.

« Barabas pulled Christopher out of the cage. The man stared up at him. “I died, didn’t I? Are you an angel?” “Sure,” Barabas said. “Follow me to the Heavenly Shower »

Sometimes I suspect that we build our traps ourselves, then we back into them, pretending amazement the while.

He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage.

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.

Low, a guy doesn’t fall in love with you and have you love him back then just throw it away. You’re too special. After being loved by you, he can’t completely forget. He’s haunted by it. I’d bet my life on it.” -Cage York

The sight of a cage is only frightening to the bird that has once been caught.

John Lennon at his best despised cheap sentiment and had to learn the hard way that once you’ve made your mark on history those who can’t will be so grateful they’ll turn it into a cage for you.

I made a vow that I would never need another person ever. Turned my heart into a cage, a victim of a kind of rage.

The difference between a brave man and a coward is a coward thinks twice before jumping in the cage with a lion. The brave man doesn’t know what a lion is. He just thinks he does.

The freer the society gets, the more dangerous the great beast becomes and the more you have to be careful to cage it somehow.

Without wilderness, the world’s a cage.

Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of chivalry. Most people would succeed in small things if they were not troubled with great ambitions.

Defend the Bible? I’d sooner defend a lion. You don’t defend the Bible; you open its cage and let it roar.

I’ve never used music to sell my faith and I’ve never used faith to sell my music. I think they are both intrinsic parts of who I am. We’ve always tried to define our music outside of genres…what is a genre? A genre’s a cage or a box and for us our music is best with fangs and some claws running free in the wild.

If I went in the cage, I was going to end up eaten alive. That was actually one of my top five ways not to die.

The thing is, we have to let go of all blame, all attacking, all judging, to free our inner selves to attract what we say we want. Until we do, we are hamsters in a cage chasing our own tails and wondering why we aren’t getting the results we seek.

We are all living in cages with the door wide open.

The quickest way to a man’s heart really is through his stomach, because then you don’t have to chop through that pesky rib cage.

To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, ‘What’s it for?’

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.

It is not larger, cleaner cages that justice demands…but empty cages; not traditional animal agriculture but a complete end to all commerce in the flesh of dead animals; not more humane hunting and trapping, but the total eradication of these barbarous practices.

The Gospel is like a caged lion. It does not need to be defended, it just needs to be let out of its cage.

I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.

Imagine a dense forest full of tigers and you in a strong steel cage. Knowing that you are well protected by the cage, you watch the tigers fearlessly. Next, you find the tigers in the cage and yourself roaming about in the jungle. Last, the cage disappears and you ride the tigers!

If you love a person, you say to that person, “Look, I love you, whatever that may be. I’ve seen quite a bit of it and I know there’s lots that I haven‘t seen, but still it’s you and I want you to be what you want to be. And I won’t be happy if I’ve got you in a cage. You’d be a bird without song.”

The most disgusting four letter word in the English language is ‘cage’.

Talking to a therapist, I thought, was like taking your clothes off and then taking your skin off, and then having the other person say, “Would you mind opening up your rib cage so that we can start?

I think the discomfort that some people feel in going to the monkey cages at the zoo is a warning sign.

Oh, Jacques, we’re used to each other, we’re a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we’ve grown used to each other. That’s what passes for love at this dim, shadowy end of the Camino Real.

For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly.

How terrible it is to have no cares, no longings. I do not fit. I feel too deeply and want too much. As cages go, it is a gilded one, but I shall not live well in it or any cage for that matter.

When I was 5, someone thought it was smart to let me watch The People Under the Stairs. It might not have even been that scary, but I do remember skinned people in cages under the stairs and a man who lived in a wall without a tongue… and that’s why I cry after sex.

If the bird does like its cage, and does like its sugar and will not leave it, why keep the door so very carefully shut?

The feelings trembled and flapped in his chest like a bird newly put in a cage.

I have a huge rib cage, which is why I can hold a note out until I’m blue in the face… because I have such a big lung capacity.

The sound of a jet, an engine warming up, even the clopping of shod hooves on pavement brings on the ancient shudder, the dry mouth and vacant eye, the hot palms and the churn of stomach high up under the rib cage.

I’m especially interested in the music of John Cage… I would like to do some experimenting with the relationship between his freeform sound and free-form art.

I grew up mostly in Champaign, Illinois. My dad was at the University of East Illinois, so I was always around the music. One of my dad‘s buddies was the avant-garde composer John Cage, so I picked up on that weird classical and eclectic music.

Sometimes nostalgia is a cage.

There can be no doubt that our Nation has had a long and unfortunate history of sex discrimination. Traditionally, such discrimination was rationalized by an attitude of “romantic paternalism” which, in practical effect, put women, not on a pedestal, but in a cage.

I crush her against me. I want to be part of her. Not just inside her but all around her. I want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge. I want our cells to braid together like living thread.

I’d always thought I would feel like an animal released from its cage when my student days were finished, I felt more like a bird that had been pushed from its nest and told it must fly.

I proceed, gentlemen, to call your attention to the present state of insane persons confined within the commonwealth; in cages, closets, cellars, stalls, pens; chained, naked, beaten with rods, and lashed into obedience.

I just wore a cage my whole career coming up, and didn’t feel a reason not to have some type of protection.

The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.

You have escaped the cage. Your wings are stretched out. Now fly.

You can cage the songbird, but you can’t make her sing. And you can trap the free bird, but you’ll have to clip her wings.

There was something in her eyes that drew me in. I wanted to make the sadness she tried to hide go away.” -Cage York

Tis Vanth’s cage. You can just move it out of the way.” “I already have,” he grumbles. “With my shin.

I can tell you this on a stack of Bibles: prisons are archaic, brutal, unregenerative, overcrowded hell holes where the inmates are treated like animals with absolutely not one humane thought given to what they are going to do once they are released. You’re an animal in a cage and you’re treated like one.

Sportswriters are a rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks, a gang of vicious monkeys jerking off in a zoo cage… more disgusting by nature than maggots oozing out the carcass of a dead animal.

As I view it, spending over two years in a cage is far worse than having your face pounded and dealing with a black eye for a week or two.

Friends don’t build cages for each other.

If you cage a wild thing, you can be sure it will die, but if you let it run free, nine times out of ten it will run back home.

He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn’t heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn’t learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach.

I want my son to wear a helmet 24 hours a day. If it was socially acceptable I’d be the first one to have my kid in a full helmet and like a cage across his face mask.

I think of the quietness of Julian’s voice as he said I love you, the steadiness of his rib cage rising and falling against my back, as we sleep.I love you, Julian. But the words don’t come.

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.

Put God and me in a cage, what do you think who will win. God, because I created him.

The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks.

For many, whether they go to prison or not is far less about the choices they make and far more about what kind of cage they’re born into.

If studies on lab rats are any indication, human beings have a deep-seated fear of a big, scary cat being let into their cage.

Ill be playing a priest in Chavez Cage Of Glory, which is a fight movie.

I prefer empty cages, Sabina, until I find a unique bird I once saw in my dreams.

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

Those who use language and have nothing but language to express themselves live in a cage that cannot feel comfortable.

The best moments any of us have as human beings are those moments when for a little while it is possible to escape the squirrel-cage of being me into the landscape of being us.

I remember doing the sex scene in Red Rock West. I had to kiss Nic Cage and then look like I was going down on him. And he couldn’t do anything – he just had to lie there.

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word – forever – and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.

I have taxidermy pets that are very close to me. I have a little lizard with a head that comes on and off that I call Nicolas Cage because his face is long. And I have a big diamondback rattlesnake called Rufus, and I have some rats in jars and stuff.

I am a cage, in search of a bird.

I don’t hate women, but I think they should be kept in cages.

If only I could so live and so serve the world that after me there should never again be birds in cages.

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.

YouTube is a new experience for me-someone threw a laptop in front of me and showed me Nic Cage going mad, which has got to be the funniest thing on YouTube. He’s so courageous.

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

Dark City Blue is a freight train of a thriller crashing through some madhouse city night while a bomb‘s ticking down to zero. It’s the cage fighting equivalent of a police procedural: violent, gaudy, and packing heat.

The transept belfry and the two towers were to him three great cages, the birds in which, taught by him, would sing for him alone. Yet it was these same bells which had made him deaf; but mothers are often fondest of the child who has made them suffer most.

You get hit by one of those right hands or an uppercut or a left hook by Mark Hunt, then you know that **** is on and that cage is locked, and there’s nowhere to go.

He who frees a bird from its cage is surely a holy person!

Whatever situation you are in, right now, take the authority of Jesus and begin to command that devil out of your life! That cage of infirmity/ setback/ poverty – BE OPENED, in the name of Jesus Christ!

The sort of man who likes to spend his time watching a cage of monkeys chase one another, or a lion gnaw its tail, or a lizard catch flies, is precisely the sort of man whose mental weakness should be combated at the public expense, not fostered.

Our modern society is engaged in polishing and decorating the cage in which man is kept imprisoned.

There’s a way out of any cage, and I’ll find it!

Marriage can be compared to a cage: birds outside it despair to enter, and birds within, to escape.

In this job it’s like beasts of prey in a cage

What I enjoyed about being in the world of Jessica Jones, as Luke Cage, is that I wasn’t front and center because it was Jessica Jones‘ story, but it allowed me to find the character from a different perspective.

I barely leave my cage, my house.

We should not be putting kids in cages and hoping that is going to fix their psychological problems of any type.

Please let us not interfere with the other’s work or play, nor let the world see our private joys or disagreements. In this connection I may have to keep some place where I can go to be myself, now and then, for I cannot guarantee to endure at all times the confinements of even an attractive cage.

I will teach them what it means to put a lion in a cage, Cersei thought.

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.

I’m just a beast, I’m just an animal and I’m waiting to get let out of that cage!

If a bird is used to flying and you put in a a cage, it won’t be a happy bird; It wants to fly; that’s its nature. Your nature is infinite awareness.

Always we try to put the wild in a cage.

Your green eye is a reducing chamber. If I look into it long enough, I wil become as small as my own reflection, I will diminish to a point and vanish. I will be drawn down into that black whirlpool and be consumed by you. I shall become so small you can keep me in one of your osier cages and mock my loss of liberty.

Reality is the cage of those who lack imagination.

Those who are used to a cage will weep for a cage.

A robin red-breast in a cage, puts all of Heaven in a rage. Think to yourself that every day is your last. The hour to which you do not look forward will come as a welcome surprise. As for me, when you want a good laugh, you will find me in fine state… fat and sleek, a true hog of Epicurus’s herd.

Hollywood has always been a cage…a cage to catch our dreams

Also, I liked John Cage’s music. I liked it for its craziness, the use of silence, the boldness-anything to get me away from writing about.. I don’t know what academic poets write about.

I have read in books that we are called ‘caged birds‘. I cannot speak for others, but I had so much in this cage of mine that there was not room for it in the universe- at least that is what I then felt.

Most music is metaphor, but Wolff is not. I am not metaphor either. Parable, maybe. Cage is sermon.

I envy not in any moods The captive void of noble rage, The linnet born within the cage, That never knew the summer woods.

Fancies are like shadows…you can’t cage them, they’re such wayward, dancing things.

I’m not lookin’ for someone who can save me. Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I wanna go. So break me in two, peel back my rib cage and cover every page of my heart with love poems you will burn someday.

There must be something beyond man in this world. Even on attaining to his highest possibilities, he is like a bird beating against his cage. There is something beyond, O deathless like a sea-shell, moaning for the bosom of the ocean to which you belong!

My daily sins require daily distribution of God’s grace. In that sense, it never ceases to surprise me because I don’t deserve any of it. I mean, I deserve to be locked in a cage and for God to throw away the key.

Prisons do not disappear social problems, they disappear human beings. Homelessness, unemployment, drug addiction, mental illness, and illiteracy are only a few of the problems that disappear from public view when the human beings contending with them are relegated to cages.

Girdles and wire stays should have never been invented. No man wants to hug a padded bird cage.

God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.

Marriage is like a cage; one sees the birds outside desperate to get in, and those inside equally desperate to get out.

Running made me feel like a bird let out of a cage, I loved it that much.

The way to reason with a predator is to make it aware that it can live in a cage, or it can die, but it can no longer prey upon us.

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn’t tame

The Love bird is one hundred percent faithful to his mate-who is locked into the same cage.

Nicolas Cage is a great actor and he’s done some good action movies too.

I don’t believe in a lot of things from the Bronze Age, but an eye for an eye does make a sort of symmetrical sense to me. I really believe that if somebody takes a life, that [death penalty] is what they should get. I also think it’s a lot more humane than keeping people in a cage for the rest of their life.

If a robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage,
How feels heaven when
Dies the billionth battery hen?

A believer is a bird in a cage, a freethinker is an eagle parting the clouds with tireless wing.

You’ve got to rattle your cage door. You’ve got to let them know that you’re in there, and that you want out. Make noise. Cause trouble. You may not win right away, but you’ll sure have a lot more fun.

All the world’s indeed a stage
And we are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another’s audience outside the gilded cage

I think a bird is the worst present you can give somebody because it’s guilt-ridden. This animal has the gift of flight, and you put it in a cage and watch it not do that until it dies.

Prosthetics just felt very foreign to me: You wear them on your shoulders, strap them to your chest, and they’re heavy and uncomfortable. If someone gave you a hug, you’d miss that touch. They were more like a cage for me.

Two guys enter the cage and only one comes out the winner. It gets you pumped because you know the other guy is trying to finish you and you want to finish him before he gets his chance.

I did go through a Goth thing, but that was a long time ago. I just like artists that shake it up, that piss people off or make people think or rattle the cage somehow.

Those blue eyes that had stopped my heart the first time she looked at me found me in the crowd.” -Cage

A woman who’s lived in a cage all her life. And hates it. Bored in there, aren’t you. Waiting for life to happen. And when it finally does, it steals from you what you loved most. So take back. Explode. Lash out. Blow up

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can’t answer anything except ‘I cannot’.

I never use a score when conducting my orchestra… Does a lion tamer enter a cage with a book on how to tame a lion?

Flowers are the fastest way to a woman’s heart. Well, actually, the fastest way is through her rib cage, but flowers are a lot less messy.

We take our shape, it is true, within and against that cage of reality bequeathed us at our birth; and yet it is precisely through our dependence on this reality that we are most endlessly betrayed.

While I liked hamsters, too, the Habitrail cage was expensive. Even I could see that the interconnecting boxes, tubes, and spheres could easily bankrupt a family and lead to addiction later in life. Because, how would you know when to stop? How could you stop? An entire city could be built with a Habitrail.

People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don’t know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.

In zoos, along with the animals, the humanity of man is also prisoned! No cage is humane!

The wild, cruel beast is not behind the bars of the cage. He is in front of it.

I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.

The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.

When you take the sires of the cage apart, you do not hurt the bird, but you help it. You let it out of its prison. How do you you know that death does not help me when it takes the wires of my cage down?-that it does not release me, and put me into some better place and better condition of life?

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that’s the problem. When you’re alive, people can hurt you. It’s easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It’s easier to lock everybody out. But it’s a lie.

That’s really sweet.” He grinned and reached for a plate. “Then I believe my mission is accomplished.” Laughing softly so I didn’t wake up Cage, I walked over and took the plate he was offering to me.

My heart jumps out of its cage to see what the fuss is about. Damn thing. Always so hopeful, but my voice hides it well.

If there are any cages in this marriage, it is I who have built them. And I who hold the key to their locks.

Ever since the Greeks, we have been drunk with language! We have made a cage with words and shoved our God inside!

A soft and sheltered Christianity, afraid to be lean and lone, unwilling to face the storms and brave the heights, will end up fat and foul in the cages of conformity.

Back in the day, I came up with the expression “Same Animal – Different Cages” to describe our songs. I suppose over the years I’ve just broadened the meaning of that.

-She is like the wind, open and free. If I cage the wind, would it die? -Then don’t cage it, Mikhail. Trust it to stay beside you.

I’ve never wanted to be a cage fighter myself, but I definitely do enjoy the entertainment of it.

Feeling special is the worst kind of cage a person can build for himself.

Cage the People, Free the Money. The only thing that is allowed to move freely – unimpeded – around the world today is money… capital.

When a man confines an animal in a cage, he assumes ownership of that animal. But an animal is an individual; it cannot be owned. When a man tries to own an individual, whether that individual be another man, an animal or even a tree, he suffers the psychic consequences of an unnatural act.

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.

For an actress who really hasn’t gotten to act for two years, it was like letting a wild dog out of its cage.

We would consider it cruel to confine a dog permanently in a kennel. Yet we visit zoos where hundreds of wild animals are kept permanently in the equivalent of a kennel.

The stage is like a cage of light. People are no longer afraid of you – they are the ones out there in the dark, watching.

Safety is a fence, and fences are for sheep. I would rather die at twenty-two, knowing the truth, then live in a cage of lies for a hundred years.

On his eighteenth day in the tiger cage, Robert Stoney began to lose hope of emerging unscathed.

They [i.e. ambitious men] may not cease, but as a dog in a wheel, a bird in a cage, or a squirrel in a chain, so Budaeus compares them; they climb and climb still, with much labour, but never make an end, never at the top.

I pointed at the little kids goading each other to jump from rib cage to shoulder and Gus answered just loud enough for me to hear over the din, ‘Last time, I imagined myself as the kid. This time, the skeleton.

If we have come to think that the nursery and the kitchen are the natural sphere of a woman, we have done so exactly as English children come to think that a cage is the natural sphere of a parrot: because they have never seen one anywhere else.