Quotes About Imprisonment

I talked once with a cabdriver who had spent years in prison. He said he had no idea that the world was something he could be interested in. And then he read a book.

Preferiría que estuviera vivo y encarcelado que muerto como un héroe

In coping with the world, we come to identify only with our compensatory selves and our reactive minds. We build up our selves out of our defenses but then come to be imprisoned by them.

But when he returned home he was as far as ever from any resolve to tell her how he was situated. I may say that his walk had done him no good, and that he had not made up his mind to anything. He had been building those pernicious castles in the air during more than half the time; not castles in the building of which he could make himself happy, as he had done in the old days, but black castles, with cruel dungeons, into which hardly a ray of light could find its way.

Man was, therefore, still a prisoner on his own planet. It was much fairer, but a much smaller, planet than it had been a century before. When the Overlords abolished war and hunger and disease, they had also abolished adventure.

This room is not well adapted as a cell, and Mr. Patrick Cairns occupies too large a portion of our carpet.

Dai Qing was languishing in prison. She stayed there for ten months, the country's first "green" victim, though in truth a dissident, like so many scores of others.3

Pienso en el cuento de Poe: los muros de hierro que se acercan, y el péndulo en forma de cuchillo que oscila por encima de mi corazón. En ciertos momentos se detiene, pero jamás se eleva. No está más que a algunos centímetros de mi piel.

Das schimmste aber, wenn man ein Gefängnis aus unsichtbaren Mauern bewohnt, ist, dass man sich der Schranken nicht bewusst wird, die den Horizont versperren.

A mind enclosed in language is in prison.

These were, on various unimportant charges, sent to jail or, later, to concentration camps—which were also jails, but the private jails of the M.M.'s, unshackled by any old-fashioned, nonsensical prison regulations.

One of the cruelest crimes of patriarchy has been to teach us to project our thoughts into a future that will never come (getting together our vitae and our five-year-plans) or focusing us back into a past that is only memories of a present, keeping us unaware of the locus of our power in the present moment and effectively imprisoning us in time.

I'd wall up my loathsome body like a prison, blind to the sound of life, not just the sight.

The worst prison is not of stone. It is of a throbbing heart, outraged by an infamous life.

I hadn't learned yet that everybody's locked up some way or other. That's how life is we're all imprisoned by something.

my dearin an idea, by an idea, living through in idea, we are our own prisoners .

A prisoner should know that there are thousands of imprisoned freemen living in this world…jailed in their own society, handcuffed by duties..

Fantasies are the escape that every prisoner of the soul indulges in.

The walls that we build for self-protection become the walls of self-imprisonment later!!!!

Who, as they sung, would take the prison'd soul And lap it in Elysium.

Throughout the history of the world, government leaders have chosen to imprison persons who opposed their rule. That bears repeating. Throughout the history of the world, government leaders have chosen to imprison persons who opposed their rule.

I feel ashamed that so many of us cannot imagine a better way to do things than locking children up all day in cells instead of letting them grow up knowing their families, mingling with the world, assuming real obligations, striving to be independent and self-reliant and free.

Her work failed her. She had reached a desperate, claustrophobic stage of being imprisoned halfway in a novel: there was too much behind her for her to retreat and not a glimmer of light ahead. She sat for hours without writing, staring at the last few wrods on the page, seeing no significance in them. Her characters fell into frozen poses, speech died on their lips: they had sat at a banquet for weeks and she had not the power to bring them to their feet again.

It had never occurred to me that simply being with a fellow prisoner would make me feel like I was still in prison.