Quotes About Imprisonment

Een mens die een ander mens van zijn vrijheid berooft, is een gevangene van de haat, opgesloten achter de tralies van vooroordelen en kleingeestigheid.

Although it was not published while I was in prison, it forms the spine of this memoir.

Prison would kill him. Not neatly or cleanly or quickly, It would kill him with ten thousand days of gray, each taking a bite of his sanity until all that remained was huddled terror with the body of a man wrapped around it.

Punishing and imprisoning the poor is the distinctively American response to poverty in the twenty-first century. Workers who cannot pay their debts, those who cannot afford private probation services, minorities targeted for traffic infractions, the homeless, the mentally ill, fathers who cannot pay child support and many others are all locked up. Mass incarceration is used to make social problems temporarily invisible and to create the mirage of something having been done.

Guilt shall be his shackles, remorse his cell.

Port Central had become a sophisticated prison for its inmates, while the natives roamed a whole world.

Modern man is a prisoner who thinks he is free because he refrains from touching the walls of his dungeon.

Prison is a process, a succession of imprisonments. At first it operates only on a physical level, restricting your movement. Later, it extends to the psychological plane, encompassing your very perception. You come to exclude all thoughts, all visions of the free world.

Encerrar el amor en un círculo, condenándolo a vivir en una cárcel eterna, no servirá para protegerlo de los cambios y las metamorfosis que caracterizan las cosas humanas

Hayat, dü?ünceleri tutan bir hapishanedir.

Hayat, dü?ünceleri tutan bir hapishanedir. ?nsan, can s?k?c? bir saç demetidir, ben de ak?ls?z bir robotum…

He who has never tasted jail Lives well within the legal pale, While he who's served a heavy sentence Renews the racket, not repentance.

Even thus imprisoned in an instant, the spirit of man might yet plumb the whole extent of space, and also the whole past and the whole future; and so from behind his prison bars, he might render the universe that intelligent worship which, they felt, it demanded of him. Better so, they said, than that he should fret himself with puny efforts to escape. He is dignified by his very weakness, and the cosmos by its very indifference.

The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don't know how to live without it.

?ycie w t?umie jest gorsze ni? wi?zienie.

I have nowhere to return to. It's like a state of imprisonment. The walls of the cell are the horizon of what I can see. Beyond them exists a world that's alien to me and doesn't belong to me. So for people like me the only thing possible is here and now, for every future is doubtful, everything yet to come is barely sketched and uncertain, like a mirage that can be destroyed by the slightest twitch of the air.

Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us. Perhaps we simply don't know how to live without it.

And he who has once seen the world's borders will suffer his imprisonment most painfully of all.

I think we all feel great ambivalence at the sight of our own Horoscope. On the one hand we're proud to see that the sky is imprinted on our individual life, like a postmark with a date stamped on a letter – this makes it distinct, one of a kind. But at the same time it's a form of imprisonment in space, like a tattooed prison number. There's no escaping it. I cannot be someone other than I am. How awful.

A prisão não está no exterior e, sim, no interior de cada um de nós. É possível que não saibamos viver sem ela.

Ten, kto nie nauczy? si? mówi?, zostanie na zawsze uwi?ziony w pu?apce.

The blue sky is most beautiful when see through a prison cell window.

Oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage." —TESS LYNCH, WRITER, GENTLEWOMAN, AND ESSAYIST

if we who are privileged find ourselves confined, it is only because we have conspired in our own imprisonment.