Quotes About Captivity

I believed that I now knew what a lobster felt as it languished in a tank beside the maître d' station in a restaurant, while hungry patrons, waiting to be seated, tapped the glass and remarked upon its size and succulence.

Ringrock is not a prison.

Meanwhile, she is not being allowed to flee.

SUN WAS in the room when he woke. He sat up and looked toward the bars, but the bars weren't there. Just a window, lower than it should have been until he realized he was up

But for the hours of the night, I was helpless; powerless to move as a dragonfly in amber.

I thought I had not been out for long; I showed no symptoms of concussion or other ill effects from the blow, save a sore patch on the base of my skull. My captor, a man of few words, had responded to my questions, demands and acerbic remarks alike with the all-purpose Scottish noise which can best be rendered phonetically as Mmmmphm. Had I been in any doubt as to him nationality, that sound alone would have been sufficient to remove it.

In one way, I fear all Damascus is a dungeon. Or do you have to live here to appreciate that?

I hope SeaWorld is exploring how, like Ringling, it can get out of the wild animal business.

sounds uncomfortably like a prison.

That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.

He too had been taken away from his home. He too had been put into the service of another without his consent. He too had been sent to a foreign country far from his native parts. He too had been forced to fight against other slaves of his own kind in a strange place.

Guilt was a living, breathing thing. Guilt could tie you tighter than ropes, and he should know. He had extensive experience with both. He'd been the captive of a madman, along with Jess, for three days that had felt like an eternity. Then, this past year, he'd been a POW in Afghanistan, the prisoner of insurgents, for six torturous months. Yet it had been the three days with Jess that had broken him in ways the insurgents could never accomplish.

You, Sunshine, are a hostage on my ship. Do as ye're told and your stay here will be short, much to the benefit and relief of us both.

Through my mind, is just the horror of these people. I had been held by them, I knew how violent they were.

I am George Rogers Clark. You have just become a prisoner of the Commonwealth of Virginia.

We were all blocked from western media, outside information. We were captured in a virtual prison cell. People would disappear in the middle of the night - not every day, but sometimes. We hear about it, and we never knew what happened inside the prison camps. I learned about them after I escaped.

God, help me take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.

When a thought is obedient to Christ, it either aligns with Christ or is rejected by Christ and by God's teaching found in Scripture. See, if a thought is not taken captive by you in Jesus' name, that thought will take you captive. You will bind the thought, or the thought will, in time, bind you.

The Enemy masterfully paints an inviting picture of freedom.

What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity.

Armand Gamache knew no good ever came from putting up walls. What people mistook for safety was in fact captivity. And few things thrived in captivity.

Attachment takes hostages.

Are we going to get out of here, do you think?" "Oh, they'll have to release us sooner or later. Prisoners of war, which is how they must be classifying us, have to be released at the end of hostilities. There are international rules. I was a prisoner of war before, nearly forty years ago.

the fact that Stacy seems to feel some kind of rapport with that woebegone creature, the fact that whether this is because she feels fierce and free, or caged and cowed, doesn't bear thinking about.