Quotes About Captivity

Martin,' interrupted Gervase, 'why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?

I can only envision and feel the pain of these animals being stuck in a tiny aquarium. Normally, orcas swim 100 miles a day. They're free in the ocean.

In captivity, one loses every way of acting over little details which satisfy the essentials of life. Everything has to be asked for: permission to go to the toilet, permission to ask a guard something, permission to talk to another hostage - to brush your teeth, use toilet paper, everything is a negotiation.

Since taking office, President Trump has repeatedly demonstrated that bringing Americans home is a top priority for his administration. The president and Secretary of State Mike Pompeo understand the terrible toll terrorist networks and pariah states like Iran take on our American hostages and their families.

You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back from captivity. I will gather you from all the nations and places where I have banished you," declares the LORD, "and will bring you back to the place from which I carried you into exile." —JEREMIAH 29:13–14

going to sea is like going to prison with the added possibility of drowning.

Only prisoners were ever granted easy passage into a prison.

If you're going to spend a long time locked in somebody's basement, take a professor with you.

She doesn't give you time for questions as she locks up your arms in hers. And you follow till your sense of direction completely disappears.

Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary of captivity, sighing for change.

My! we couldn't get him out, Tom. And besides, 'twouldn't do any good; they'd ketch him again. Yes—so they would. But I hate to hear 'em abuse him so like the dickens when he never done—that. I do too, Tom. Lord, I hear 'em say he's the

MONDAY morning found Tom Sawyer miserable. Monday morning always found him so—because it began another week's slow suffering in school. He generally began that day with wishing he had had no intervening holiday, it made the going into captivity and fetters again so much more odious.

He got home pretty late that night, and when he climbed cautiously in at the window, he uncovered an ambuscade, in the person of his aunt; and when she saw the state his clothes were in her resolution to turn his Saturday holiday into captivity at hard labor became adamantine in its firmness. CHAPTER

He presently grew lonesome, and started out for recreation. He ranged the whole boat—visited every part of it, with an advance guard of fleeing people in front of him and a voiceless vacancy behind him; and when his owner captured him at last, those two were the only visible beings anywhere; everybody else was in hiding, and the boat was a solitude.

His grandeurs were stricken valueless: they seemed to fall away from him like rotten rags. The procession moved on, and still on, through ever augmenting splendours and ever augmenting tempests of welcome; but to Tom Canty they were as if they had not been. He neither saw nor heard. Royalty had lost its grace and sweetness; its pomps were become a reproach. Remorse was eating his heart out. He said, "Would God I were free of my captivity!

Here a captive heart busted.

Com diu John Berger en el seu fantàstic assaig «Per què mirem els animals?», estan fets perquè els animals hi estiguin exposats tothora a la nostra mirada (encara que els zoos actuals s'han < -o potser hauria de dir animalitzat?-, en disposar zones ocultes a la mirada de l'espectador), però també perquè no puguin mai retornar-nos la nostra mirada, o en tot cas, retornar-nos-la en situació d'igualtat.

Els zoos, com diu John Berger en el seu fantàstic assaig «Per què mirem els animals?», estan fets perquè els animals hi estiguin exposats tothora a la nostra mirada (encara que els zoos actuals s'han «humanitzat» -o potser hauria de dir animalitzat?-, en disposar zones ocultes a la mirada de l'espectador), però també perquè no puguin mai retornar-nos la nostra mirada, o en tot cas, retornar-nos-la en situació d'igualtat.

Extreme overeating is basically a warp spasm, a violent tantrum thrown by the deprived or captive Wild Child in our brains. When it hits, rational thinking goes out the window.

Mary wanted to get out of here and on to another plane of life; but these words weren't going to help her out. They had been put together with only one thing in mind: to lock her in.

Her fear kept her as caged as her canaries. The glass windows were no different than their metal bars.

siempre se disfruta de libertad a menos que estemos encarcelados

It was quiet in the cell. Rubashov heard only the creaking of his steps on the tiles. Six and a half steps to the door, whence they must come to fetch him,six and a half steps to the window, behind which night was falling. Soon it would be over. But when he asked himself, For what actually are you dying? he found no answer.

And when we look in through the windows, all we see are shadows. And when we try and listen, all we hear is a whispering. And we cannot understand the whispering, because our minds have been invaded by a war. A war that we have both won and lost. The very worst sort of war. A war that captures dreams and re-dreams them. A war that has made us adore our conquerors and despise ourselves.