Clip.your Wings Quotes

I’m coming into this embracing that wild spirit in you. I don’t want to clip your wings. I want to fly with you.

Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.

I don’t want to clip your wings, Lo. I want to see you fly.

For a minute or a lifetime, some people try to clip your wings, while others help you learn to fly.

There are many people in this world who would love nothing more than to clip your wings. Stop doing it for them. Soar instead.

I shook my head. "it's not about living in a city." It wasn't. Back then, it wasn't just getting away. It was about not coming back. It wasn't just the size and sensibility of this place that made in unbearable, but its pull - the weird magnetism that could sap your ambition, clip your wings, leave you inert and fascinated and sinking ever deeper into the choking quicksand of small-town life.

Ah, fool," he went on to himself, "to clip your own wings when you were free to soar! . . . But I could not rest till I had done it. Why do I never recognise an opportunity till I have missed it, nor the good or ill of a step till it is irrevocable? . . . I fell in love!

But that’s not what I’m trying to tell you,” Violet said, her eyes taking on a slightly determined expression. “What I’m trying to say is that when you were born, and they put you into my arms—it’s strange, because for some reason I was so convinced you would look just like your father. I thought for certain I would look down and see his face, and it would be some sort of sign from heaven.” Hyacinth’s breath caught as she watched her, and she wondered why her mother had never told her this story. And why she’d never asked. “But you didn’t,” Violet continued. “You looked rather like me. And then—oh my, I remember this as if it were yesterday—you looked into my eyes, and you blinked. Twice.” “Twice?” Hyacinth echoed, wondering why this was important. “Twice.” Violet looked at her, her lips curving into a funny little smile. “I only remember it because you looked so deliberate. It was the strangest thing. You gave me a look as if to say, ‘I know exactly what I’m doing.’ ” A little burst of air rushed past Hyacinth’s lips, and she realized it was a laugh. A small one, the kind that takes a body by surprise. “And then you let out a wail,” Violet said, shaking her head. “My heavens, I thought you were going to shake the paint right off the walls. And I smiled. It was the first time since your father died that I smiled.” Violet took a breath, then reached for her tea. Hyacinth watched as her mother composed herself, wanting desperately to ask her to continue, but somehow knowing the moment called for silence. For a full minute Hyacinth waited, and then finally her mother said, softly, “And from that moment on, you were so dear to me. I love all my children, but you…” She looked up, her eyes catching Hyacinth’s. “You saved me.” Something squeezed in Hyacinth’s chest. She couldn’t quite move, couldn’t quite breathe. She could only watch her mother’s face, listen to her words, and be so very, very grateful that she’d been lucky enough to be her child. “In some ways I was a little too protective of you,” Violet said, her lips forming the tiniest of smiles, “and at the same time too lenient. You were so exuberant, so completely sure of who you were and how you fit into the world around you. You were a force of nature, and I didn’t want to clip your wings.” “Thank you,” Hyacinth whispered, but the words were so soft, she wasn’t even sure she’d said them aloud.

Cradling her face with one hand, he said, “I won’t ever clip your wings, baby.” Regardless of how much he hated the fact that she was in danger—because to do so would be to put her back in that cage, and his mate had spent more than enough time locked in the dark.

You’re in the devil’s playground, specter. I’d hate to clip your angel wings so soon.

When I was a kid,” he said, “my mother had lovebirds. She used to clip their wings so when she let them out of their cage, they wouldn’t fly away. The lovebirds always tried, but they never got far with their short, fucked-up wings.” I inched the bedroom door open and stepped into the pool of warm light spilling from the street outside. He moved behind me, tucking my hair behind my right ear aside, pressing his face to it. “Until one day, one managed to escape. My mother forgot to clip her wings. A moment of distraction cost her her favorite lovebird.” I knew why he was telling me this, and the happiness in my gut swirled with a shot of sudden pain. “Failure is inevitable,” he continued in a flat tone that didn’t hold much emotion or hope, “and heartache is unstoppable. One day, I’ll forget to clip your wings. When that day arrives, when you run away, I guess I’d be happy to know you’ll still have some money and the means to make it in this wild, tough world.

Ravens were always meant to fly. I’d never want to clip your wings.” “My wings are firmly intact. It’s my vagina that’s slowly been dying all these years.

I might keep you in a cage, little bird, but I’ll never clip your wings,

I can show you where to clip your own wings—I promise you won't need them to fly—Sit with me please, and I'll teach you to reach inside your chest and sever your heart. To crack it open. Slowly, slowly. It's better if you meet them already broken on your own terms. It's better if you put yourself back together in plain sight. Using all of their might. Even still they'll try to take credit, but we know the truth—I promise, this will make you divine—I can show you how to love without feeling and to make your kisses force healing.

Learn not to compare yourself to other people because comparison will clip your wings and shoot you down.

Don't limit yourself; clipping your wings won’t make you a free angel.

Not looking to clip your wings, babe. So, how ‘bout you stop worrying about way into the future and focus on the here and now, huh? And, here and now, I’m telling you I want you. I want you in my bed. I want you in my life. You feel me?

If they're trying to clip your wings, fight them. No one but you should be allowed to cripple your own form. - The Malwatch

Future Babe I know we were both afraid Which left us here both jaded I know we both made our mistakes But my love still wont fade I still think of you I still think of you I still dream of you I still wish for you I know we both made our mistakes (my love wont fade away) But my love still wont fade (my love wont fade away) I know we were both afraid (my love wont fade away) But now its time you come my way (my love wont fade away) I could be the one to clip your wings I could be the one to hold you down When you're ready to fly I will clip your wings When you're ready to fly I will clip your wings When you're ready to fly I will clip your wings When you're ready to fly I will clip your wings... again.

If you want something you’ve never had, you must do something you’ve never done. Most people’s dreams are bigger than their nine-to-five paychecks. Which means if you have big vision, strong calling, or a desire to make huge change, your job by itself likely won’t fund it. Something must change. For us, it meant self-employment. For you, it might simply require adding an income stream, launching an online store, or making an investment. Either way, big change demands two things: time and money. If you’re stuck under a financial ceiling and chained to an emotionless forty-hour work week, you might be clipping your own wings. Escaping the prison of the professional employee isn’t easy. Make a plan and attack it. And chip away at the concrete that holds you in. You only get one life. Don’t spend it inside the walls of a job that’s holding you back.

Call me crazy, call me all the bad names you can think of, call me devil. But there’s no one that could stop me from clipping your wings so you can’t fly away from me. So that you have no choice but to stay with me.