Quotes About Imprisonment

Wrong believing puts people in a prison. Even though there are no physical shackles, wrong believing causes its inmates to behave as though they were incarcerated in a maximum-security penitentiary.

I wrote a million words in the first year, and I could never have done that outside of prison.

There'll be moments when I'm out in the prison yard, chatting with the cast and the crew, getting ready to shoot a scene. And then I'll remember if I were actually an inmate, I'd only be out there an hour. The other 23 hours of the day, I'd be in my cell. It's kind of a downer.

No matter how corrupt and unjust a convict may be, he loves fairness more than anything else. If the people placed over him are unfair, from year to year he lapses into an embittered state characterized by an extreme lack of faith.

Three hundred years ago a prisoner condemned to the Tower of London carved on the wall of his cell this sentiment to keep up his spirits during his long imprisonment: 'It is not adversity that kills, but the impatience with which we bear adversity.

Usamljenost je bila gora od boli, pomislila je, usamljenost u koju ju je bol zarobila i na koju je bila osu?ena ?itavog života.

There is the explanation that is put in the language of the mysteries, that we men are in a kind of prison, and that one must not free oneself or run away. That seems to me an impressive doctrine and one not easy to understand fully. However, Cebes, this seems to me well expressed, that the gods are our guardians and that men are one of their possessions. Or do you not think so?

In the jungle I was free, yet the place was like a jail without walls.

No bird in a cage ever speaks. What is there to say? The sky is everywhere, churning above its head, blue and endless, calling out to it. But the caged bird can't answer anything except 'I cannot'.

Let us stay in this room forever and never open the door. We can tell ourselves the lie that all is well and that all the harm that's been done can be undone. [...] Please, nobody say a single word. Please let me go on believing it for as long as I possibly can.

Although I am able to walk about freely, I am a prisoner in my skin.

You're just an object locked up in the house.

Calisto, a companion of Ignatius, and who on recovering from a severe illness had heard of the imprisonment of Ignatius, hastened from Segnovia, where he was staying, and came to Alcala, that he, too, might be cast into prison.

Kalief Browder was arrested in 2010 at age sixteen for stealing a backpack and then held for three years without a trial on Rikers Island. During his time on Rikers, Kalief was beaten by both guards and inmates, and he spent an inconceivable two years in solitary confinement before his case was finally dismissed in 2013.

Drei Männer treffen in einer Gefängniszelle zusammen und fragen einander nach dem Grund ihrer Verhaftung. Der Erste sagt, er sitzt wegen einer negativen Äußerung über Karl Radek, den führenden sowjetischen Publizisten und Politiker. Der Zweite sagt, er sitzt, weil er Karl Radek gelobt hat. Der dritte Häftling schweigt melancholisch. Als die beiden ihn fragen, antwortet er: "Und ich - ich bin Karl Radek ...

The woman who had been born in an imperial palace, and then, as Queen of France, had had hundreds of rooms in her dwelling house, was now imprisoned in a tiny basement cell, its walls streaming with damp, and its grated window half occluded.

Nietzsche's own thoughts gathered around him and with which he was entrapped as by an impenetrable bell glass, a solitude wherein there were no flowers or colours or music or beasts or men, a solitude whence even God was excluded, the dead and petrified solitude of some primeval world which existed long ago or may come into being aeons hence.

If they drive God from the earth, we shall shelter Him underground.The Brothers KaramazovMitya (Dmitri) to Aloysha who visits him in prison, Book XI - Ivan, Chapter 4 - A Hymn and a Secret.

Your worst dungeon might be the room with the most windows.

His dreams had always been Houdiniesque: they were the dreams of a pupa struggling in its blind cocoon, mad for a taste of light and air.

Such men feel imprisoned by invisible chains—walled in, sewn up in layers of batting. For them, the final feat of autoliberation was all too foreseeable.

They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners.

They can only live here in Jurassic Park. They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners.

Like our padded cell? He poked the insulated walls. It's like living in a vagina.