Quotes About Imprisonment

The prisoner followed his guide, who led him into a room almost under ground, whose bare and reeking walls seemed as though impregnated with tears

At the end of every prayer introduced the entreaty oftener addressed to man than to God: Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive them that trespass against us. Yet in spite of his earnest prayers, Dantes remained a prisoner

So it was that Dantes, during the Hundred Days and after Waterloo, remained under lock and key, forgotten, if not by men, at least by God.

I am the spectre of an unfortunate man whom you locked up in the dungeons of the Château d'If. When this spectre finally emerged from its tomb, God put on it the mask of the Count of Monte Cristo and showered it with diamonds and gold so that you should not recognize it until today.

Tell me," replied Faria, "what has hindered you from knocking down your jailer with a piece of wood torn from your bedstead, dressing yourself in his clothes, and endeavoring to escape?" "Simply the fact that the idea never occurred to me," answered Dantes.

he cursed his fellow-man who had snatched him from his joyous life to plunge him into a dungeon; he cursed his God who had let this happen; he cried aloud to whatever powers might be that could grant him revenge and liberty.

Monte Cristo raised his eyes heavenwards but could not see the heavens: there was a veil of stone between him and the firmament.

Vos sois hijo mío, Dantés! —exclamó el anciano—. Sois el hijo de mi prisión. Mi estado me condenaba al celibato, y Dios os envió a mí para consuelo juntamente del hombre que no podía ser padre, y del preso que no podía ser libre.

Recuando no passado, esqueço o presente; percorrendo livre e independente a História, esqueço-me de que estou preso

It would have made a fine picture, worthy of Rembrandt, the gloomy winding stairs illuminated by the reddish glare of the cresset of Gryphus, with his scowling jailer's countenance at the top, the melancholy figure of Cornelius bending over the banister to look down upon the sweet face of Rosa, standing, as it were, in the bright frame of the door of her chamber, with embarrassed mien at being thus seen by a stranger.

prisons have doors, the tomb has none.

23. La isla de Montecristo

Dantès in his cell heard the noise of preparation,—sounds that at the depth where he lay would have been inaudible to any but the ear of a prisoner, who could hear the splash of the drop of water that every hour fell from the roof of his dungeon. He guessed something uncommon was passing among the living; but he had so long ceased to have any intercourse with the world, that he looked upon himself as dead.

La mer est le cimetière du château d'If.

Ah  ! murmura-t-il, j'entends parler un homme. » Il y avait quatre ou cinq ans qu'Edmond n'avait entendu parler que son geôlier, et pour le prisonnier le geôlier n'est pas un homme : c'est une porte vivante ajoutée à la porte de chêne, c'est un barreau de chair ajouté à ses barreaux de fer.

Oh, Mercédès, I have uttered your name with the sigh of melancholy, with the groan of sorrow, with the last effort of despair; I have uttered it when frozen with cold, crouched on the straw in my dungeon; I have uttered it, consumed with heat, rolling on the stone floor of my prison.

Dieu vous a envoyé à moi pour consoler à la fois l'homme qui ne pouvait être père et le prisonnier qui ne pouvait être libre.»

The jailer brought him his breakfast. Dantes raised himself up and began to talk about everything; about the bad quality of the food, about the coldness of his dungeon, grumbling and complaining, in order to have an excuse for speaking louder, and wearying the patience of his jailer, who out of kindness of heart had brought broth and white bread for his prisoner.

Twenty to life, she got, with time off for good behavior. You come around next spring. I'll introduce you.

Put us in a jar, she thought. Put us in eternity.

As they held hands through the bars, Dias spied a black beetle burrowing through the wood of the jail. It made a horrid clacking sound. It was said there was no way to stop this beetle's ticking off the hours of a person's life, but Samuel Dias had never heard of a deathwatch beetle. He went over and stomped on it with his boot, crushing it completely

We are all prisoners but some of us are in cells with windows and some without.

En esa cárcel que sueñas para mí, te pudrirás tú.

Though illustrating a Wings LP, Arrowsmith's cover shot also symbolized Paul's feeling of contractual imprisonment with Apple. The seed of an idea sown by George at their July business meeting had now been captured in both song and photograph, and a veiled illustration of Paul's desire to finally shed his legal ties with John, George, and Ringo would soon be in the hands of music fans.