A Quote by Johnny Cash

The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars.

Johnny Cash

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Bars Beast Caged Fragile Frail Me

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Johnny Cash
American - Singer
February 26, 1932 - September 12, 2003

I got hit in the face with a gun. I'm not very fragile at all. It makes me think maybe things would be easier if I were terribly frail and fragile somehow.

Patty Hearst

I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!

Paul Laurence Dunbar

It is likely to make us think we are not caged. We cannot feel the bars unless we push against them.

Erin Morgenstern

Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.

Edgar Rice Burroughs

The word that scares the hell out of me is 'frail.' I don't want to be frail.

Adam West

The wild, cruel beast is not behind the bars of the cage. He is in front of it.

Axel Munthe

That is what chills your spine when you read an account of a suicide: not the frail corpse hanging from the window bars but what happened inside that heart immediately before.

Simone de Beauvoir

On just a personal level, since I was little, I've loved fairytales, especially this one, because it is about what goes into making a beast a beast. Do you start as a beast? Do you turn into a beast because of the way that people treat you? I think it's something that is really universal and hit a chord with me when I was little, and so, hopefully we can explore some of that.

Brian Wayne Peterson

We went from candy bars, to handle bars, to hangin' in bars, to being behind bars

MF Grimm

In Eastern Europe, the past is not only always hovering over the present, it is not even passed. It waits, like some malevolent caged beast, ready at any moment to escape and bring back all the horrors.

Michael Korda

Tell me why the caged bird nutters against its prison bars, and I will tell you why the soul sickens of earthliness. The bird has wings, and wings were made to cleave the air, and soar in freedom in the sun. The soul is immortal it cannot feed upon husks.

Randolph Sinks Foster

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

Cormac McCarthy

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.