Quotes About Imprisonment

One who breaks an unjust law that conscience tells him is unjust, and who willingly accepts the penalty of imprisonment in order to arouse the conscience of the community over its injustice, is in reality expressing the highest respect for law.

If Caesar really did advocate life imprisonment in 63 BCE, then it was probably the first time in Western history that this was mooted as an alternative to the death penalty, without success.

Fines, exile and death made up the usual repertoire of Roman punishment. If Caesar really did advocate life imprisonment in 63 BCE, then it was probably the first time in Western history that this was mooted as an alternative to the death penalty, without success.

How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer. Being a prisoner feels familiar. It was all I had ever been. My past held on to me me as strongly as it had when I was a child, my choices still limited, my steps still shackled. My life had been patched together with lies from the day I was born. How does it feel? Old. I was tired of lies.

I look out into the dark, which is made of velvet so soft and heavy you could gather it up in your hands if you weren't locked in.

The prison wasn't the place, but the perspective

that the prison wasn´t the place, but the perspective.

That the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective.

That the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective

Growing up, she and Joe had always joked about their hometown, the way teenagers do, and used to say that HMP Bedford was the inner prison and the rest of the town was just the outer prison, and any chance you had to escape you should take it.

the prison wasn't the place, but the perspective.

Where the lubber had been dismissed as a social castoff, the cracker was targeted for arrest, imprisonment, vigilante terror, and death.

location of the royal prison have existed for centuries:

I mean, being a child was being a child, was being a creature without power, without pocket money, without escape routes of any kind. So I didn't want to be a child.

Again, that sense of being stifled, cloistered, removed from the world and locked away.

It was all terrifyingly close and painfully hollow, the prison that neither I nor my mother had ever seen in the life she'd chosen for me.

I bet a mean queen locked him up in the tower because he wouldn't give up all his loot.

An unfree mind is just like a windmill inside the bell jar!

Birdcage is a shame!

Birds are not free since Men have invented cages.

All he thinks while he studies pearlescent pigeons is this: I wish I knew how… I wish I knew… I ain't ever gonna, but I wish I knew how it felt – (-to be free).

En el fondo todos somos esclavos de algo. Nadie escapa a la esclavitud. Tanto los de aquí adentro (en la carcel) como los de fuera. Y cuando la veía algo mustia: - No irás a decirme que tú cuando te creías libre no te sentías esclava de tu trabajo, de tus miedos, de tus pasiones e incluso de tus ganas de hacer las cosas con la mayor perfección. Pero Lucía no acertaba a comprenderla.

We are all imprisoned by the dictionary. We choose out of that vast, paper-walled prison our convicts, the little black printed words, when in truth we need fresh sounds to utter, new enfranchised noises which would produce a new effect.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.