Quotes About Captivity

There were lines about those eyes, of fatigue, grief, dirt in the creases, but his expression was one of good humor. "Good Lord, you did steal her." "She came willingly," Mal said. "Well, willingly enough.

She might be a captive, but in this room, with a book in her hand, she could be free.

She was sorry for all the grim-tale girls locked in lonely towers. Trapped in sugar houses. Lost in the dark woods, with a huntsman coming to cut out their hearts.

Lexie and I made little paper boats like that and sent them down the canal that flowed to the stream. She'd write messages inside them, hoping they would get carried far away, be picked up by a stranger who would read: I'm being held prisoner, send help, please! This is a note from the other side of the world. Everything is upside down here.

On the summit of a desolate rock on Devil's Island, far from the few palm trees on the shore, a small hut of four cubic yards was built for Dreyfus; night and day an inspector stood guard at the door, with strict orders not to address a word to him. In the daytime the prisoner was permitted to exercise until sunset in a small rectangular space of about two hundred yards, near his hut.

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The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go.

The spirit looks upon the Dust That fastened it so long With indignation, As a Bird Defrauded of it's Song.

No rack can torture me, My soul's at liberty Behind this mortal bone There knits a bolder one You cannot prick with saw, Nor rend with scymitar. Two bodies therefore be; Bind one, and one will flee. The eagle of his nest No easier divest And gain the sky, Than mayest thou, Except thyself may be Thine enemy; Captivity is consciousness, So's liberty.

People are locked up in all sorts of ways.

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We are people in a book, and he wont let anybody else read it.

Jack. He'd never give us a phone, or a window. Ma takes my thumbs and squeezes them. We're like people in a book, and he won't let anybody else read it.

Maybe I'll keep you." Abbot chuckled and prodded Artemis's back with his sword. "It'd be nice to have a pet human around. I could teach you tricks." "I have a trick for you," said Artemis, and he fired a single blast from the gun.

Throw him in jail.' What jail? The one he is in already, since he is there against his will; and if he is there against his will then he is imprisoned.

Consider how we apply the idea of freedom to animals. [25] There are tame lions that people cage, raise, feed and take with them wherever they go. Yet who will call such a lion free? The easier its life, the more slavish it is. No lion endowed with reason and discretion would choose to be one of these pet specimens.

Hard to save anybody when you're locked up, when you're too busy trying to fight to save yourself. When you've made yourself a prisoner.

It stayed like that: a rosy ring of jailed blood that came to the barred window and never left.

There was no communication between master and slave on any strictly human level, but only the relation one might have to a piece of property--if you twist the knob on your radio you expect it to play. It was this essential condition of nonhumanity that characterized the African slave's lot in this country of his captivity, a country which was later and ironically to become his land also.

He was a prisoner of love.

I was gladly cuffed, shackled, loaded into the caged bus and driven through the main gate of Bare Hill Correctional Facility for what I pray to God will be forever.

After being in captivity for so long, I can't begin to describe how wonderful it feels to be home in Canada.

been here sooner," growled Wolfe, calling the pack off with a quick gesture. "But that bitch tied me up. Had to wait for the dogs to gnaw through my ropes.

You reached out of nowhere and took her. I will reach into nothing and find you. You're here. I know you're here. I can feel you. I can smell you. We're coming for you. One by one, Sydowski stared at the men

In durance vile here must I wake and weep,And all my frowsy couch in sorrow steep.