Quotes About Captivity

For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

Your home is your jail, Bird. I'm going to set you free.

Fear can hold you prisoner. Hope can set you free.

A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage.

The world is not going to survive very much longer as humanity's captive.

One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!

The thing about friends is, you never know when you might need them. It's always best to keep them imprisoned nearby.

It wasn't necessarily that I wasn't a fan of fairies. Really. It wasn't that. It was that I wasn't a fan of being taken hostage by a group of fairies.

[T]he imagination, like certain wild animals, will not breed in captivity.

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

It so happened that I was on a German sailing vessel on the way to Australia when the ship was captured, and on the high seas I was made prisoner by the French.

If you have been a slave all your life, used to being ordered about and abused from the moment you wake up to the moment you go to sleep, it's impossible to adjust to normal life overnight. I had never been free to make my own decisions before and had no idea how to do it. I was like a bird that has been bred in captivity suddenly being released into the wild: I fell apart.

was held captive in my home. I should have told the soldiers who came with guns drawn and bayonets at the ready this true thing: I might have stopped him, for I harbored him and kept his secrets. I was a pie safe locked tight and guilty as he. ——— Asia Booth Clarke was thirty years old and pregnant with her first child when Union soldiers and Federal detectives stormed her Maryland home in search of her assassin-brother.

Es una especie de cárcel, la mente del cerebro. Tenemos estos misteriosos cerebros de mil trescientos gramos, y nos encarcelan.

I feel always that I am a prisoner.

But hitherto she had been like some young captive brought up in a windowless palace whose painted walls she takes for the actual world. Now the palace had been shaken to its base, and and through a cleft in the walls she looked out upon life.

The inexorable facts closed in on him like prison-warders handcuffing a convict. There was no way out—none. He was a prisoner for life, and now his one ray of light was to be extinguished.

There were in her at the moment two beings, one drawing deep breaths of freedom and exhilaration, the other gasping for air in a little black prison-house of fears. But gradually the captive's gasps grew fainter, or the other paid less heed to them: the horizon expanded, the air grew stronger, and the free spirit quivered for flight.

So long in secret cabin there he held Her captive to his sensual desire

Once you've been taken, you usually have twenty-four hours left to live.

Oh Jesus, thought Patrick, let me out of here. He imagined himself disappearing through the floor with a shovel and some bunk-bed slats, the theme music of The Great Escape humming in the air. He was crawling under the crematorium through fragile tunnels, when he felt himself being dragged backwards by Annette's maddening voice.

For animals that are overworked, underfed, and cruelly treated; for all wistful creatures in captivity that beat their wings against bars; for any that are hunted or lost or deserted or frightened or hungry; for all that must be put to death...and for those who deal with them we ask a heart of compassion and gentle hands and kindly words.

Señor, la jaula se ha vuelto pájaro.

Grises pájaros en el amanecer son a la ventana cerrada lo que a mis males mi poema