Aimee Mann Quotes

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

Always we try to put the wild in a cage.

When I am free to train and free to move, I feel like a gorilla in the jungle. Then, when there are a bunch of media obligations, I feel like I have been captured and am being kept on display.

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

A bird in a cage is not half a bird.

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.

I had a dove and the sweet dove died; And I have thought it died of grieving: O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, With a silken thread of my own hands' weaving.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

There can be many bars, wires that keep a person trapped. All of them don't have to have been created for the purpose of harming or caging the bird, but they still serve that function.

I am writing these poems from inside a lion.

How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?

A bird on a tether, no matter how long the rope, can always be pulled back.

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?

Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!

Coerced innocence is like an imprisoned lark,--open the door, and it is off forever. The bird that roams through the sky and the groves unrestrained knows how to dodge the hawk and protect itself; but the caged one, the moment it leaves its bars and bolts behind, is pounced upon by the fowler or the vulture.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

You can't cage an eagle for long without destroying it.

What do you fear, lady?' he asked. 'A cage,' she said.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice.

I am like a small creature swallowed whole by a monster, she thought, and the monster feels my tiny little movements inside.

I am a king's daughter, And if I cared to care, The moon that has no mistress Would flutter in my hair. No one dares to cherish What I choose to crave. Never have I hungered, For that I did not have I am a kings daughter, And I grow old within The prison of my person, The shackles of my skin. And I would run away And beg from door to door, Just to see your shadow Once, and never more.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

If I could act like This was my real life, And not some cage where I've been placed, Well then, I could tell you The truth like I used to And not be afraid of sounding fake.

You will never be completely free from risk if you're free. The only time you can be free from risk is when you're in prison.

Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure.