Quotes About Imprisonment

In my mind I'm a blind man doin' time.

Into this wild-beast tangle these men had been born without their consent, they had taken part in it because they could not help it; that they were in jail was no disgrace to them, for the game had never been fair, the dice were loaded. They were swindlers and thieves of pennies and dimes, and they had been trapped and put out of the way by the swindlers and thieves of millions of dollars.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

Con l'arresto," mi dicevano i professionisti del carcere "sopraggiunge una sorta di sollievo morale; invece dell'inquietudine, dell'ansia, della tensione, si avverte una gioia segreta, in un certo senso tutto si è definito, sta facendo il suo corso... E sebbene ti si prospettino la condanna e la deportazione in carcere l'anima finalmente si riposa, ci si fa coraggio e si fa coraggio agli altri, se ne hanno bisogno

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he's in prison.

The birth of a child is the imprisonment of a soul.

To belong to something - that's banal. Creed, ideal, wife or profession: nothing but prison cells and shackles.

We are prisoners of the future because we will be ensnared by our past.

Cass, Aly, and Marco were trapped in an invisible cage. And I was on the outside.

What a tragic realm this is, he reflected. Those down here are prisoners, and the ultimate tragedy is that they don't know it; they think they are free because they have never been free, and do not understand what it means.

Everyone dwelt in it without realizing it. The Black Iron Prison was their world.

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a king.

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a kind.

That box from which you cannot force your way out. That box in which a twelve-year-old was twelve years old forever.

It was almost as if they were afraid the grass would grow so tall around us we'd never get out. Some people say you can actually see the grass growing. You can certainly hear it, an endless whispering. Sometimes, you can almost make out the worlds.

When Paul talked about his present situation, he did not discuss his personal discomfort. He was not occupied with the inconvenience that imprisonment had caused him. His concern was for the gospel and its advance.

Fray Luis de León, volviendo a su salón de clase en Salamanca tras cinco años preso por la Inquisición: Como estaba diciendo...

Tardé tiempo en comprender que la libertad nunca está donde uno cree, que los barrotes de mi cárcel podían ser los muslos adorados, pero qué dulce cárcel.

Doing time in a Disposable Body.

Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you be locked up in this dreadful cage of childhood for twenty or a hundred years? Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring.

To look back at all past work induces nausea [...] It's like taking a tour of a cell in which you were once incarcerated.

What hopes must it raise in a young creature who, in the midst of sordid elements, had pined for a life of elegance! A sunbeam had fallen into the prison. Augustine was suddenly in love.

What happens to sanity when you chain it to a wall?

I want to say at the outset that I have become ill, insane, as an inmate of the torture chamber behind America's fake facade of justice and democracy. But I am not as ill as I was, and I am getting better all time.