Quotes About Imprisonment

In a cell like mine you very quickly become aware of your body. You can grow to hate your body. And your body is all you have: this was the curious thought that kept floating up through my rage.

They soon lost interest in Sofya. She was just one more prisoner -with no more idea of her destination than anyone else. No one asked her name and patronymic; no one remembered her surname. She realized with surprise that although the process of evolution had taken millions of years, these people had needed only a few days to revert to the state of cattle, dirty and unhappy, captive and nameless.

Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not from the sentence.

Que lo pongan a uno en libertad no quiere decir que lo liberen de la condena. Del presidio se sale; de la condena, no.

This exists. It can be seen. It can be touched. These in pace, these dungeons, these iron hinges, these necklets, that lofty peep-hole on a level with the river's current, that box of stone closed with a lid of granite like a tomb, with this difference, that the dead man here was a living being, that soil which is but mud, that vault hole, those oozing walls, --what declaimers!

Maintenant je suis captif. Mon corps est aux fers dans un cachot, mon esprit est en prison dans une idee. Une horrible, une sanglante, une implacable idee! Je n'ai plus qu'une pense, qu'une conviction, qu'une certitude: condamne a mort!

Release is not the same as liberation. You get out of jail, all right, but you never stop being condemned.

Liberation is not deliverance. One gets free from the galleys, but not from the sentence. That

He set out for Toulon. He arrived there, after a journey of twenty-seven days, on a cart, with a chain on his neck. At Toulon he was clothed in the red cassock. All that had constituted his life, even to his name, was effaced; he was no longer even Jean Valjean; he was number 24,601.

La scarcerazione non è liberazione. Si esce dal bagno penale ma non dalla condanna.

Que lo pongan a uno en libertad no quiere decir que lo liberen. Del presidio se sale; de la condena, no.

October, 1815, he was released; he had entered there in 1796, for having broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread. Room

He was no longer Jean Valjean, but No. 24601.

Formerly these harsh cells in which the discipline of the prison leaves the condemned to himself were composed of four stone walls, a ceiling of stone, a pavement of tiles, a camp bed, a grated air-hole, a double iron door, and were called dungeons ; but the dungeon has been thought too horrible; now it is composed ofan iron door, a grated air-hole, a camp bed, a pavement of tiles, a ceiling of stone, four stone walls, and it is called punishment cell.

La excarcelación no es la libertad. Se acaba el presidio, pero no la condena. Esto

Javier was born in a prison (...) he grew up to think himself without the pale of society and despaired of ever entering it. He noticed that society closes its doors without pity on two classes of men, those who attack it and those who guard it. He could choose between these two classes only.

La liberazione non è la libertà; si esce dal carcere, ma non dalla condanna.

Speech imprisoned frets to find a vent. To harangue space is an outlet.

In October, 1815, he was released; he had entered there in 1796, for having broken a pane of glass and taken a loaf of bread.

La galera fa il galeotto.

Nobody can imprison our souls unless we ourselves lock them behind the bars of narrow prejudice.

Memories can be trapped in a room.

She couldn't fly, but it could. It was a kind of escape, but it mocked freedom. She was still a prisoner, a secret monster. But now she was a prisoner and secret monster who could spy on the life that she could never have.

In the Sapient tongue he said softly, 'Tell me, Master, did you know Incarceron was tiny?' 'Is it?' Sapphique replied in the same language, his green eyes as he looked up lit by deep points of flame. 'To you, perhaps. Not to its Prisoners. Every prison is a universe for its inmates. And think, Jared Sapiens. Might not the Realm also be tiny, swinging from the watchchain of some being in a world even vaster?