Quotes About Imprisonment

E pensai a quanto fosse sgradevole esserne chiusi fuori; e pensai a come, forse, debba essere peggio rimanere chiusi dentro.

Los ojos de los demás, nuestras prisiones; sus pensamientos, nuestras jaulas.

Were there not trees and grass? he asked. Were these not the signals of freedom? Had he not always leapt forward directly Miss Mitford started on her walk? Why was he a prisoner here? He paused. Here, he observed, the flowers were massed far more thickly than at home; they stood, plant by plant, rigidly in narrow plots.

We are most artistically caged.

One opal cloudlet in an oval form reflects the rainbow of a thunderstorm which in a distant valley has been staged for we are most artistically caged.

It is desirable that the inmate should not have at all, or if he does, should immediately himself suppress nocturnal dreams whose content might be incompatible with the condition and status of the prisoner, such as: resplendent landscapes, outings with friends, family dinners, as well as sexual intercourse with persons who in real life and in the waking state would not suffer said individual to come near, which individual will therefore be considered by the law to be guilty of rape.

a shoe-shaped bath tub, within which I felt like Marat but with no white-necked maiden to stab me.

When I built my luminous prison around you, you simply lay down at the center of it and died.

And they never let him go.

Elcano, the Basque mariner, took command and immediately ordered the imprisonment of two Portuguese

and disappointed King Ferdinand clapped Solis in jail.

Biliyorsunuz ki zindan?ma bahar getiren mektuplar?n?z.

À medida que as penas forem mais brandas, quando as prisões já não forem a horrível mansão do desespero e da fome, quando a piedade e a humanidade penetrarem nas masmorras, quando enfim os executores impiedosos dos rigores da justiça abrirem os corações à compaixão, as leis poderão contentar-se com indícios mais fracos para ordenar a prisão.

no ya prisionero entre muros y barrotes, sino aislado en un vacío frío, que el mundo ignoraba. Ahí estaba el verdadero castigo: que el mundo excluyera al recluso. No anhelaba tanto salir como que el mundo entrase en mi vacío y lo coloreara, lo calentara con ademanes o palabras.

Prison and the asylums had made me worse, not better. I had truly become a hostage of my past, condemned by my reputation and my fucked-up mind.

The lover steals a kiss. He incurs life imprisonment. (L'amoureux vole un baiser. Il encourt perpétuité)

That, they never could lay their heads upon their pillows; that, they could never tolerate the idea of their wives laying their heads upon their pillows; that, they could never endure the notion of their children laying their heads on their pillows; in short , that there never more could be , for them or theirs , any laying of heads upon pillows at all , unless the prisioner's head was taken off. The Attorney General during the trial of Mr. Darnay

The boy was lying, fast asleep, on a rude bed upon the floor; so pale with anxiety, and sadness, and the closeness of his prison, that he looked like death; not death as it shews in shroud and coffin, but in the guise it wears when life has just departed; when a young and gentle spirit has, but an instant, fled to Heaven: and the gross air of the world has not had time to breathe upon the changing dust it hallowed.

And I wondered when I peeped into one or two on the lower tiers, and saw the tied-up brown paper packets inside, whether the flower-seeds and bulbs ever wanted of a fine day to break out of those jails, and bloom.

Charles, throughout his imprisonment, had had to pay heavily for his bad food, and for his guard, and towards the living of the poorer prisoners.

That, they never could lay their heads upon their pillows; that, they never could tolerate the idea of their wives laying their heads upon their pillows; that, they never could endure the notion of their children laying their heads upon their pillows; in short, that there never more could be, for them or theirs, any laying of heads upon pillows at all, unless the prisoner's head was taken off.

Dear Little Dorrit, it is not my imprisonment only that will soon be over. This sacrifice of you must be ended. We must learn to part again, and to take our different ways so wide asunder. You have not forgotten what we said together, when you came back?

What the Devil, I say again!" exclaimed the gaoler,

eighteen years a secret and unaccused prisoner in the Bastille;