Quotes About Captivity

wander from room to room, climb up and down the stairs and feel like a songbird whose wings have been ripped off and who keeps hurling itself against the bars of its dark cage.

SöyleyebildiÄŸimden çok daha fazla s?k?nt?lar içerisindeyim,hiçbir zaman d??ar? ç?kamayaca??z ve müthiÅŸ korkuyorum bizi bulup vuracaklar diye.Bu tabi ki çok hoÅŸ bir manzara deÄŸil.

I'm too much the slave of my own obsessions and fascination.

Dead. things, dead things. . . I said. Come no closer. Talking of madness and love, in this reeking place! And that old monster, Magnus, locking them up in his dungeon. How did he love them, his captives? The way boys love butterflies when they rip off their wings!

What was it like to be bound in her chains and close to her?

You, Marius, you steal the Queen of Heaven and you keep her as if she were your own? You lock her up in a painted chapel as if she were a goddess made of wood?

Let me cry for it. It was all my doing. Because I didn't slay the one who despised me. And they have taken Amadeo prisoner. Me, they burnt because I was too strong for their designs, but Amadeo they took!

Soy demasiado esclavo de mis propias obsesiones y de mi propia fascinación.

She came at him sideways, away from his legs, reaching down to pull the duct tape away. He didn't even notice the pain, spitting out the rag someone had put in his mouth earlier. She turned, and handed him a bottle of water. You're probably thirsty. The drug I gave you tends to make your mouth dry. No, I think that was caused by the sock someone stuffed in there, he said. Your work?

On the other hand, Franklin continued, white captives who were liberated from the Indians were almost impossible to keep at home: "Tho' ransomed by their friends, and treated with all imaginable tenderness to prevail with them to stay among the English, yet in a short time they become disgusted with our manner of life… and take the first good opportunity of escaping again into the woods.

Inside its crumbling walls the house is riddled with bullet holes, and in its garden only the crimson dahlias still hold their heads high. Jing is lying on a chaise longue [sic] playing with his bird. 'I thought you were in prison.' He looks up, his eyes filled with hate and desire. 'You are my prison.

A person isn't a bird. You can't cage a person.

What are you? Stupid? Of course they have a guard. What part of 'You're a prisoner' did you miss? (Delphine)

The miserable person is easily enslaved.The cheerful person,the blissful person,cannot be enslaved.

I was sorry to lose it, and if you make me another one, I promise not to get taken captive by bandits and have to use it to save my life.

Nothing moves at the Hotel New Hampshire! We're screwed down here-for life!

My worries always lead to dungeons; I can't imagine a worse thing than to be imprisoned for the rest of one's life, especially with so few years to enjoy what little there is.

I think of death as a glad awakening from this troubled sleep which we call life; as an emancipation from a world, which, beautiful though it may be, is still a land of captivity.

wild animals in captivity and humans in civilization share an important quality: we are both examples of species living outside their natural habitats.

As for bad genetics, well, heart disease happens to be the number one killer of male gorillas in captivity. Heart disease is also the number one killer of male humans in civilization. Median life expectancy for male gorillas in zoos is thirty-one years, so Mokolo's age of twenty-two roughly corresponds to a man in his fifties. While heart disease may be common at this age, there's nothing inevitable about a middle-aged man—or gorilla—dying from a heart attack.

Evanlyn opende haar mond om te schreeuwen... Vreemd, dacht ze, dat ze haar helemaal hierheen hadden gebracht, haar de nacht aan een boom hadden vastgebonden, en haar nu zouden doden. Wat een zinloze manier om dood te gaan.

you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...

We become bonded to the person who aggresses against us," said Dr. Ochberg. "And that's the Stockholm syndrome.

He's never coming out except nailed in a box or in an ash can," he said. "He is not stepping out.