Quotes About Captivity

Hay muchas formas de tener a una persona encerrada. Piénsalo. Pero la mejor no tiene nada que ver con fármacos o cerrojos: aquí casi nadie tiene adónde ir. Si no tienes eso, no te vas. Es así de simple.

I saw pale kings and princes too,Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;They cried—"La Belle Dame sans MerciHath thee in thrall!"

ANDERSONVILLE DIARY JOHN H. RANSOM, LATE FIRST SERGEANT NINTH MICH. CAV., AUTHOR AND PUBLISHER, 1881

Silence, always my fortress, sometimes my prison

Silence, sometimes my fortress, always my prison.

But the prison doors are shut close, and I could dash myself against them sometimes with a passionate impatience of the need-less captivity. I feel so intimately and from evidence, how, with air and warmth together in any fair proportion, I should be as well and happy as the rest of the world, that it is intolerable —

Se companions hadn't found the captives, or any sign, on the fleeing barge that the Company humen used a village-heart. They had taken Caeti, and se would not leave Caeti in their dry, rough hands. So se had attached self to the humen leader's heliocopter as it fled the overrun barge. And se clung there, water slashing in se brood pouch, se hand and toefingers wrapped in a deathgrip on wet metal until bone ran with traced flame and digits cramped in claws.

She smelled of clotted blood: iron and salt. I thought about iron and salt, and bindings and chains.

They stripped him only to the waist, and left his feet free when they bound him standing between two pillars, and not helplessly prone on some clammy altar.

She pressed to the wall between that window and the door and held her breath, praying like the spider that no eye would fall on her, as Lady Ariane Conn and her knights brought the naked prisoner from Engline.

The girl was tall, almost sexless in her slenderness and anything but sensual, though she was naked except for streaks of indigo blood, dirt, and manacles.

She chuckled and rattled her chain.

I have to get out of here. The bastards have Will.

I felt like one who wants to trap and cage a little bird, and after years of waiting and luring and baiting finds that she must do no more than hold out her hand, and the finch lands on her finger and does not fly. You scarcely dare to move. It rests on your hand whole and free, foolishly trusting and infinitely courageous. It will never be more beautiful.

Put him in there and chain him up," he ordered curtly. "Yes, that chain, you fool - do you see any other chain in that cell? Peaceable Sherwood? I'm tired of hearing about Peaceable Sherwood! Turn him loose in the cell for the night. - Which one of you said 'Where'll he be by morning?' Where does he look like he's going to be by morning, I ask you - a hundred and fifty miles away?" I was, to be exact, only seven and a half miles away by morning...

To Auriel, I will give the gift of gold. After the night of long and false captivity, the golden SUN is about to rise, and all this by the power of the Stone, lapis ex caelis; for be sure that as Auriel rises the LION shall fall. Qui non intelligit aut discat aut taceat.

Hope flared in the Beast's eyes. "Really?" he asked. "You think you could be happy here?" "Can anybody be happy if they aren't free?" Belle asked softly. The Beast blinked guiltily, knowing she was right.

I could run, but he would find me. He would take me back to 623 Daisy Lane and make everyone who lives there pay. He would make everyone there pay even if he didn't find me. I belong to him. I'm his little girl. All I have to do is be good.

I could not believe how Black Hawk was taken on a tour of cities after his capture. I read his autobiography as soon as I could. And I remembered the line he said: "How smooth must be the language of the whites, when they can make right look like wrong, and wrong like right.

Her beauty was sold for an old man's gold,She's a bird in a gilded cage.

The wild, cruel beast is not behind the bars of the cage. He is in front of it.

We shan't ever be free again

We're rapidly approaching a world comprised entirely of jail and shopping.

Our houses are such unwieldy property that we are often imprisoned rather than housed by them.