Quotes About Imprisonment

Sometimes we imprison ourselves with a narrative of self-punishment. If

we imprison ourselves with a narrative of self-punishment. If we have a choice between believing one of two things, both of which we have evidence for—I'm unlovable, I'm lovable—often we choose the one that makes us feel bad.

The countryside and woods kept me occupied a while longer. Then I took a violent dislike to them and confined myself to my room. The prodigious slowness of time, the horrible punctuality of the meals, my reading of what I found in the library of the house, and a persistent memory above all, gave me an urgent desire to flee from that miserable region. But how could I?

Had he inadvertently made the famed homicide department of the Surete an island? Far from saving careers of promising agents, had he in fact imprisoned them, kept them from the mainland of their peers?

A great fortune is a great slavery.

it was a chicken-and-egg conundrum: were they animals because they were in jail . . . or were they in jail because they were animals?

Kristin nods, marching ahead of Clark, who gazes as the impossible smallness of Kristin's ankles and feet. Years later, while imprisoned for drug charges, he will think of those tiny feet and know he is forever doomed for having lied to her, for having harmed something so delicate, so defenseless, so small, so weak.

And, when I had travelled through these three chief points of the word of God, about the space of five years or more, I was caught in my present practice, and cast into prison, where I have lain above as long again to confirm the truth by way of suffering, as I was before in testifying of it according to the scriptures, in a way of preaching.

What a fool I have been to lie in a stinking dungeon like this, when I could just as well walk free! I have a key in my pocket next to my heart called Promise that will, I am sure, open any lock in Doubting Castle.

When he was taken this last time, he was preaching on these words, viz.:Dost thou believe the Son of God?  And this imprisonment continued six years, and when this was over, another short affliction, which was an imprisonment of half a year, fell to his share.  During these confinements he wrote the following books, viz.: Of Prayer by the Spirit: The Holy City's Resurrection: Grace Abounding: Pilgrim's Progress, the first part.

Even a prison the size of a universe is still a prison. And it is every prisoner's duty to escape.

I am like a prisoner who is trying to escape from jail by the wrong route. For all one knows, that door may stand open, although I continue to dig a tunnel with a teaspoon.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

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.

Hollywood has always been a cage...a cage to catch our dreams

I can be jailed again at any time, it is very easy. They can say I am a criminal and just lock me up.

You can keep a person locked up too long.

When you get locked up, you get locked out.

You can't blame that genie for hating everyone," she said. "Think how you felt shut in that dungeon.

I wasn't merely remembering, it seemed to be trapped inside my eyelids.

When I looked at the painting I felt the same convergence on a single point: a glancing sun-struck instance that existed now and forever. Only occasionally did I notice the chain on the finch's ankle, or think what a cruel life for a little living creature--fluttering briefly, forced always to land in the same hopeless place.

Only occasionally did I notice the chain on the finch's ankle, or think what a cruel life for a little living creature—fluttering briefly, forced always to land in the same hopeless place.

There's only a double abyss: between painter and imprisoned bird; between the record he left of the bird and our experience of it, centuries later.