Quotes About Captivity

Seventeen months captivity to a sailor accustomed to the boundless ocean, is a worse punishment than human crime ever merited.

or la captivité partagée n'est plus qu'une demi-captivité

Misfortune is needed to plumb certain mysterious depths in the understanding of men; pressure is needed to explode the charge. My captivity concentrated all my faculties on a single point. They had previously been dispersed, now they clashed in a narrow space; and, as you know, the clash of clouds produces electricity, electricity produces lightning and lightning gives light.

prisons have doors, the tomb has none.

Ah  ! murmura-t-il, j'entends parler un homme. » Il y avait quatre ou cinq ans qu'Edmond n'avait entendu parler que son geôlier, et pour le prisonnier le geôlier n'est pas un homme : c'est une porte vivante ajoutée à la porte de chêne, c'est un barreau de chair ajouté à ses barreaux de fer.

Dac? florile înseamn? libertate, relu? cu tristeÈ›e osânditul, atunci înseamn? c? libertatea o am, de vreme ce am florile.

She had the feeling that if she went home, she might never get away. She thought of birds caught in nets. There was something inside her, beating against her ribs, urging her to do things she might not otherwise attempt. She had the strongest desire to get lost.

You feel your heart and bones and blood. You wait for him like a bird in a cage.

It was as if when he had been stolen as an infant, he had come back as a changeling, as if someone had reached inside him and grabbed his heart to keep under lock and key.

Put us in a jar, she thought. Put us in eternity.

This is the way it happens. You walk into a room with blue walls. You kiss a man in the garden. You feel your heart and bones and blood. You wait for him like a bird in a cage.

James had a theory about caged birds, one he hoped to prove when he became a scientist someday. He believed that all birds that had their freedom taken from them eventually lost their voices. Once that happened, they could never find their true song.

I was amazed as people must be who are seized and kidnapped, and who realize that in the strange world of their captors they have a value absolutely unconnected with anything they know about themselves.

maybe it isn't love, maybe it's a chain.

the book's intent: to explore the difficult path of someone who starts out in life already a spiritual captive, but who, through her own courage and the help of others, breaks free into the realization that she, like Nature itself, is a radiant expression of the heretofore perceived as quite distant Divine.

On entering a place where animals are bred, my first thoughts are always about enslavement. Force. Captivity.

It is a cruel thing to do, to cage such a beautiful, passionate animal as if it was only a dumb beast, but humans do so all too often. They even cage themselves, though their bars are made of society, not of steel.

What frightened him was not the thought that he was a prisoner of Charlie Manx but that for a moment he had forgotten he was a prisoner. For a moment he had been admiring the light and feeling almost happy.

Yet here I am, Zahara thought now, queen of her own miniature kingdom, after all, duchess of the empty bunks, and our lady of the perpetual stomachache. Involuntary lust-object of a hundred emotionally frustrated prison guards and deprived stormtroopers. Dispenser of medicine, charged with keeping the inmates of the Imperial Prison Barge Purge alive long enough to be permanently detained on some remote prison moon.

Nearly half of all zoos in the U.S. now admit to giving psychiatric drugs to their animals,

The world is a prison in which solitary confinement is preferable.

The prison life of the past looks in our own time like liberation itself.

Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.

Married life is an existence with bars around it.