Quote by Marissa Meyer

“He was like a damaged bird. And they always die, she thought.”

— Sadie Jones

“The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.”

— Oscar Wilde

“The flock of birds always living in her chest these days had been startled. They flund themselves against the confines of her ribs, beating…

— Kiersten White

“When she looked at me she saw a child surrounded by flames, screaming. And that must have been hard for her.”

— Miriam Toews

“She was already in his palace, in his life. He couldn't go back--and wouldn't even if he could. She was so close to him…

— Elizabeth Hoyt

“The girl entered the room, not looking at Fire, glaring mutinously at the feather duster in her own hand. Still, at least she had…

— Kristin Cashore

“The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice. Her eyes caught the melody and echoed it in radiance,…

— Oscar Wilde

“She was like a flightless bird, her wings clipped by every cruel word and heartless action bestowed upon her. I realized I would do…

— Kellie McAllen

“The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.”

— Oscar Wilde

“Her despair grew so great that it burst her breast open and like a bird of fire shattered the stone and broke out into…

— Ursula K. Le Guin

“The dark forest looked on fire. The trees were lit up like funeral pyres. She thought she saw bodies strapped to the trees, burning,…

— Jeanette Winterson