Quotes About Imprisonment

There are many kinds of loneliness, but Momo experienced one that only very few people know of, and that even fewer have experienced to the extent that Momo did. She felt like she was imprisoned in a treasure trove filled with priceless riches that continued to grow in number, threatening to suffocate her.

Kölelik d???nda hiçbir ÅŸey bilmeyen köleler uysal kölelerdir. Sadece tutuklu yaÅŸam?n? bilen tutuklular özgür olmamalar?n?n ac?s?n? çekmezler.

Do you see the world as a prison or a playground?

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

May was young and beautiful, we were legally married, but she was caught in the prison of my skin.

True love was beyond the bars, but a facsimile of it came with no suffering at all.

A filmmaker named Robert Goldstein was imprisoned for showing the British in a bad light in a movie about the American War of Independence.

Despite all my rage I am still just a rat in the cage.

Imagine a number of men in chains, all under sentence of death, some of whom are each day butchered in the sight of others those remaining see their own condition in that of their fellows, and looking at each other with grief and despair await their turn. This is an image of the human condition.

We're not looking for this soft, peaceful existence which allows us to think about our unfortunate condition, nor the dangers of war or the burden of office, but the bustle which distracts and amuses us—The reason why we prefer the hunt to the kill. That is why we like noise and activity so much. That is why imprisonment is such a horrific punishment. That is why the pleasure of being alone is incomprehensible.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

Dostoevsky, too, had lived a dismal and hard life. The czar sent him to a prison camp in Siberia in 1849. Dostoevsky was accused of writing socialist propaganda. He was eventually pardoned and wrote stories to ward off his creditors. Just like in the early '70s I wrote albums to ward off mine.

I can hear the turning of the key I've been deceived by the clown inside of me I thought that he was righteous but he's vain Oh, something's a-telling me I wear the ball and chain My patron saint is a-fighting with a ghost He's always off somewhere when I need him most

He can do all these things, yet he is not free. Nay, he is even more prisoner than the slave of the galley, than the madman in his cell. He cannot go where he lists, he who is not of nature has yet to obey some of nature's laws, why we know not. He may not enter anywhere at the first, unless there be some one of the household who bid him to come, though afterwards he can come as he please. His power ceases, as does that of all evil things, at the coming of the day.

Doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

Just as I had come to this conclusion I heard a heavy step approaching behind the great door, and saw through the chinks the gleam of a coming light. Then there was the sound of rattling chains and the clanking of massive bolts drawn back. A key was turned with the loud grating noise of long disuse, and the great door swung back.

We might get out sometime, but she was locked up forever in that body.

tantalus was locked, but just as Phin braced himself

A black-sharded lady keeps me in a parrot cage.

They had the windows fixed so you couldn't really open them and lean out, and for some reason this made me furious.

Kafamda ak?l nam?na ne kalm??sa onu kullanarak bedenimi tuzaÄŸa düÅŸürmem gerekiyordu, yoksa beni elli y?l boyunca o ahmak kafesinde hiçbir anlam? olmayan bir yaÅŸama mahkûm edecekti.

Një ëndërr e keqe. Për njeriun që gjendet brenda këmbanës së qelqtë, i zbrazët dhe i bllokuar si një foshnjë e vdekur, vetë bota është një ëndërr e keqe.

can our dreams ever blur the intransigent lines which draw the shape that shuts us in?

There was a door And I could not open it. I could not touch the handle. Why could I not walk out of my prison? What is hell? Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it Merely projections. There is nothing to escape from And nothing to Escape to. One is always alone.