Josephine Hart Quotes

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

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

Let me go, let me go.

And what if I never go of my own free will? Will you pitch me from some window so that I must fly or fall? Will you bolt all shutters after me? You had better, because I'll knock and knock and knock until I fall down dead. I'll have no wings that take me away from you.

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!

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

I escaped one time. In 1971 I was in the free world for six weeks.

So I departed and was free from imprisonment.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

I knew I wasn't born to be caged and chained up.

No prison can hold me; no hand or leg irons or steel locks can shackle me. No ropes or chains can keep me from my freedom.

We're all in prison. All of us are in prison, but some of us have a key.

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.

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?

[Marriage] happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

The world like our heads was meant to be escaped from, they are prisons world and head alike.

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright.

I have been desperate to escape for so many years now, it is routine for me to try to escape.

It's difficult to put into words what freedom feels like. You only know what freedom feels like if you know what it feels like to not be free.

As long as you're enthralled by a lifeless form, you're not free.

You might as well expect rivers to run backwards as any man born free to be contented penned up.

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.

We feel free when we escape - even if it be but from the frying pan to the fire.

Most of us are imprisoned by something. We're living in darkness until something flips on the switch.

300 was the biggest hurdle. They tried to hold us against our will.