Feel Like A Bird Without Wings Quotes & Sayings

There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one's own novel. — Franz Kafka

Honestly, I do not experience fear in the mountains. On the contraryI feel my shoulders straightening, squaring, like the birds as they straighten their wings. I enjoy the freedom and the altitude. It is only when I return to life below that I feel the world's weight on my shoulders. — Anatoli Boukreev

Free as a bird
It's the next best thing to be
Free as a bird.
Home, home and dry
Like a homing bird I'll fly
As a bird on wings.
Whatever happened to
The life that we once knew?
Can we really live without each other?
Where did we lose the touch
That seemed to mean so much?
It always made me feel so free. — John Lennon

See the wild birds on the wing,
Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
When you feel like singin', sing
Keep a-goin'! — Frank Lebby Stanton

When I try to write in English, I feel like a bird without wings still trying to fly. — Debasish Mridha

People who have witnessed all the years of me playing, they bring their kids and say, 'I used to see this guy when I was fourteen!' — Dick Dale

I'm trying to keep you safe."
Safe as a porcelain bowl wrapped in cotton linen and boxed up. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to feel safe, or that Nolan's worry didn't leave her feeling warm and even a bit precious. But it also left her feeling trapped, like an ornamental bird kept in a cage, its wings clipped. — Page Morgan

I've always been fascinated by weather. — Shepard Smith

You come out of a store and they give you seventy-five cents change or something, rather than drop it I would always place it in the community. Sometimes I'd flip it into the hat of a busker or give it to a homeless person. But what I most enjoyed was putting it on a windowsill or on a bench seat or somewhere where I knew that the community would get it. — Jason Mraz

How terrible it must be to be a member of the noble class. So many rules. Such restraint. You must feel like a caged bird, battering its wings against the sides of its golden prison. — Fiona Paul

You are what you believe you are. — Miguel Angel Ruiz

Real meditation is not done by us. It is done by our Inner Pilot, the Supreme, who is constantly meditating in and through us. We are just the vessel, and we are allowing Him to fill us with His whole Consciousness. — Sri Chinmoy

Sarah, honey, I hardly think kidnappers are going to take the time to buy a memento of their stay. I could be wrong, but it seems rather unlikely. — Christine Feehan

I became the magnet for a lot of scary aggression. Cos it's scary Up North! — Marc Almond

Tonight, the Court of Owls goes down. Once and for all. No more hiding. No more plotting from the shadows. Tonight their story ends. Their little song will be forgotten. Their name vanishes from Gotham's history. — Scott Snyder

As long as I'm between home and the clinic I do all right. But out in the real world, I feel like prey. I slink around and can feel people looking at me. I feel their eyes boring into me. I feel what they're thinking: Watch her, she could go off anytime. But within the walls of my farmhouse, I climb out of the protective shell, my arms slowly rise like a phoenix, and I dance, wail, fly around the room and then collapse, crying, in front of my mirrors. I start to see in the mirror what it is I really look like, instead of what I was trained from the womb to see. I do not write about it. I do not talk about it. I do not know what I am doing. But just like a baby bird, I am blinking once-sealed eyes and unfolding damp wings. I cannot articulate the past. A part of me knows it's there, lurking, just behind what I can acknowledge, but it is not within sight. And I am keeping it that way. — Julie Gregory

You are the man. You have to take your dignity and self respect to the pawnbrokers. — David Mitchell

Outside, you don't hear a single bird, and a deathly, oppressive silence hangs over the house and clings to me as if it were going to drag me into the deepest regions of the underworld ... I wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage. — Anne Frank

Good people do not need laws to tell them to act responsibly, while bad people will find a way around the laws — Plato