Quotes About Captivity

Ajarry didn't even make it to the gunwale when she tried to jump overboard. Her simpering posture and piteous aspect, recognizable from thousands of slaves before her, betrayed her intentions. Chained head to toe, head to toe, in exponential misery.

That the door fell shut, that the latch fell into place, did I know it with a nameless fear. At that second the eight days turned into 192 hours, empty caged hours.

Nos embrujaba la belleza de la naturaleza, de la que el cautiverio nos privó durante tanto tiempo.

Dejo a otros autores la tarea de despersonalizar este texto para poder obtener teorías objetivas a partir de experiencias subjetivas. Estas teorías supondrían una aportación a la psicología o la psicopatología de la vida en cautiverio, cuya investigación se inició en la Primera Guerra Mundial con la descripción del «síndrome de la alambrada de púas».

or the trunk, taken somewhere and stripped naked

tractaeque catenae.

Los ojos de los demás, nuestras prisiones; sus pensamientos, nuestras jaulas.

which he could hold captive the souls of the children of light.13

In seeking the Bird's death to free himself, Louie had chained himself, once again, to his tyrant. During the war, the Bird had been unwilling to let go of Louie; after the war, Louie was unable to let go of the Bird.

Every morning, the Omori POWs were assembled and ordered to call out their number in Japanese. After November 1, 1944, the man assigned number twenty-nine would sing out "Niju ku!" at the top of his lungs.

Though the captives' resistance was dangerous, through such acts, dignity was preserved, and through dignity, life itself.

The only break in the gloom came from a guard who would saunter down the barracks aisle, pause before each cell, raise one leg, and fart at each captive. He never quite succeeded in farting his way down the entire cell block.

Louie and Phil were separated again, and Louie was locked in an officer's cabin. Every few days, he had strange visits from a grinning sailor who would lean into the room, say, "Thump on the head for a biscuit?," rap his knuckles on Louie's head, hand him a biscuit, and amble away.

On July 13, Louise felt a wave of urgency. She penned a letter to Major General Willis Hale, commander of the Seventh Air Force. In it, she begged Hale not to give up searching; Louie, she wrote, was alive. Unbeknownst to Louise, on that same day, Louie was captured.

The average army or army air forces Pacific POW had lost sixty-one pounds in captivity, a remarkable statistic given that roughly three-quarters of the men had weighed just 159 pounds or less upon enlistment.

Without dignity, identity is erased. In its absence, men are defined not by themselves, but by their captors and the circumstances in which they are forced to live.

When I built my luminous prison around you, you simply lay down at the center of it and died.

The hostage hours had blurred into one another, anonymous as a line of smashed pumpkins.

And they never let him go.

As the two struggled, Quesada's guard took Hernández hostage, and suddenly the ship was without officers

declare and ordain as free and quit of every obligation of captivity, subjection, and slavery, my captured slave Enrique, mulatto, native of the city of Malacca, of the age of twenty-six years more or less

bury their own, but the enemy dead they cut up and eat. Those whom they capture they take home as slaves

She thought, as she would often for many years, of the photograph from that day, with the one golden feather inside it: Was it a portrait of her, or her daughter? Was she the bird trying to batter its way out, or was she the cage?

She thought, as she would often for many years, of the photograph from that day, with the one golden feather inside it: Was it a portrait of her, or her daughter? Was she the bird trying to batter its way free, or was she the cage?