Katherine Mansfield Quotes

The strange thing about living somewhere for a couple of years and then moving on and not returning is that those locations become ghosts of themselves in your mind.

I never saw a man who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue Which prisoners call the sky.

Why do people hanker for the home? - security, safety. But in the name of security and safety, they don't make homes, they make prisons - and they are the jailed and they are the jailers, but because they have the keys in their own hands, they think they are free.

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

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

O, my past years in Rangoon are spectres to haunt my soul; and they seem to laugh at me as they shake the chains they have riveted on me.

I loved living in London, and I didn't want to leave.

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

You'll never know how sweet freedom can be unless you've lost it for eight and a half years.

I get very sentimental, I get very nostalgic, and when I live in a place, I instantly put down way too many roots.

After I quit dancing, for a while it felt strange not to be in pain. It was as if an old friend - not a good friend, but a presence, always tagging along - had left me.

When I'm driving past the place I used to work, or when I'm driving past the comedy studio where I used to take photos in exchange for classes, or when I'm driving past the yoga studio I used to clean on the weekends - it's not that far removed from me yet. I get very sentimental over things like that.

I'm like a caged animal sometimes. Let me yearn to breathe free.

I love Portland and I have so much history there and I knew it like the back of my hand, so the decision to leave was never easy.

I believe in exploration, and I will miss being on the front lines of that endeavor. On one hand, I look forward to going home, but it's something that's been a big part of my life, and I'm going to miss it.

I joined Norwich when I was 15 and moved away from a life living on an estate in Cardiff and everything I knew. I moved away from my girlfriend, who is my wife now, and my nan, who has now passed away. I missed a lot.

A ship in dock, surrounded by quays and the walls of warehouses, has the appearance of a prisoner meditating upon freedom in the sadness of a free spirit put under restraint.

Whene'er with haggard eyes I view This dungeon that I'm rotting in, I think of those companions true Who studied with me at the U- Niversity of Gottingen.

How important things had become, now that they were gone! I felt a sudden panic that I would soon forget everything.

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

If I try to summon back his face, the sound of his voice, and the sensation in my stomach like a key turning in a lock when he touched me, I lose everything.

The calendar has a magic that makes us imagine a memory can be resurrected and revived, but nothing returns.

I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the round-tower of my heart, And there will I keep you forever, Yes, forever and a day, Till the walls shall crumble to ruin, And moulder in the dust away!

I know what the caged bird feels, alas!

Chains tie us down by land and sea; And wishes, vain as mine, may be All that is left to comfort thee.