Quotes About Captivity

Thirty-nine years in the fish tank had caught up with me.

The captured soldiers should be kindly treated and kept.

Traitez bien les prisonniers, nourissez-les comme vos propres soldats, afin qu'il se trouvent mieux chez vous qu'ils ne l'étaient dans leur propre camp ou dans leur patrie. (article II)

Los soldados prisioneros deben ser bien tratados, para conseguir que en el futuro luchen para ti.

Todos os soldados cativos devem ser tratados com magnanimidade e ainceridade, para que possam vir a servir-nos.

The Guardian reported that a beluga whale named Noc had, after seven years in captivity, begun to mimic human speech. Belugas, members of the toothed whale family along with dolphins, have been nicknamed "the canaries of the sea," for their expressive vocals.

Even the most egregious captive state, bound and gagged on her damp bunk, felt eerily familiar to her. With nothing to do but lie there and think of things, she reflected that captivity took many different forms. A woman under the domination of her father or husband was as much a prisoner as a hostage on a boat. She had merely traded one form of servitude for another.

No creature should ever be trapped against its will," she used to say. "It will ruin itself, just trying to escape.

I came here to conquer you. And here I stay, a willing prisoner of your heart.

Nothing could be more fearful than losing one's freedom. To be confined. Never to see a golden cloudburst or rivers of sunlight on dark flowers. never to walk your own cultivated furrows. And the memory dangled over his heart like the sword of Damocles.

MOST PEOPLE have no knowledge or understanding of the psychological changes of captivity. Social judgment of chronically traumatized people therefore tends to be extremely harsh.

In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped by the actions and beliefs of the perpetrator.

Dora erhebt sich vom Küchentisch und lässt eine Fliege ins Freie, die schon seit geraumer Zeit an der Schreibe brummt. Taumelnd schwebt das Insekt durchs Fenster, irgendwie unbeholfen, als wäre die Idee von Freiheit nur schön, solange man eine Fensterscheibe hat, die einen aufhält.

Why are you here?" she whispered, once he'd finally got the damnable Miss Finch out of the room. For a moment he could only stare. "You're not seriously asking me that." "I—" "You left me." She shook her head. "I set you free." He snorted at that. "You've had me locked up for over a year.

The first time you've been tied up?" He hesitated. She gasped. "Captain Ja— " "In this manner," he said quickly. And with great volume and emphasis, as if he needed to cut off her query about as much as he needed, for example, air. Her eyes narrowed. "What does that mean?" "Don't ask that question.

I cannot concur with those who advocate saving gorillas from extinction by killing and capturing more free-living individuals only to exhibit them in confinement.

El campo de olivos se abre y se cierra como un abanico. Sobre el olivar hay un cielo hundido y una lluvia oscura de luceros fríos. Tiembla junco y penumbra a la orilla del río. Se riza el aire gris. Los olivos, están cargados de gritos. Una bandada de pájaros cautivos, que mueven sus larguísimas colas en lo sombrío.

The Little Mute Boy" The little boy was looking for his voice. (The king of the crickets had it.) In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. I do not want it for speaking with; I will make a ring of it so that he may wear my silence on his little finger In a drop of water the little boy was looking for his voice. (The captive voice, far away, put on a cricket's clothes.)

However, the one who knows spiritual law, is undisturbed by appearance, and rejoices while he is "yet in captivity.

Müüre ehitatakse selleks, et end kaitsta, kuid ühel päeval saab neist müüridest vangla.

She's got us, she's got us all. Caverna. She doesn't want to let us go. Do you know what she's like? A huge trap-lantern with us inside her, digesting us really, really slowly, and not wanting to let any of us go. Maybe that's the worst kind of prison – not knowing you're in a prison. Because then you don't fight to get out.

The common sense in Zouelle's words hit Neverfell like a slingshot. The last time Neverfell had appeared before Madame Appeline it had been in the role of captured thief, and the Facesmith had duly handed Neverfell over to the authorities. If there had been any chance of friendship between them, Neverfell's actions had probably killed it dead.

I saw my evil day at hand. The sun rose dim on us in the morning, and at night it sank in a dark cloud, and looked like a ball of fire. That was the last sun that shone on Black Hawk. His heart is dead…. He is now a prisoner to the white man.

A man returns to die, between four walls, with the dawn, a collar of iron around the neck, to the withers, the tongue hanging ... as on the Goya print.