Quotes About Captivity

Hi's nose was pressed to his window. "I've changed my mind, Tory. This is the perfect place to hold someone prisoner. I'm keeping this on file.

Mr Moss's courtyard is railed in like a cage, lest the gentlemen who are boarding with him should take a fancy to escape from his hospitality.

'What do you fear my lady?' 'A cage. To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them and all chance of valor has gone beyond beyond recall or desire.

Men have hitherto treated women like birds which have strayed down to them from the heights; as something more delicate, more fragile, more savage, stranger, sweeter, soulful - but as something which has to be caged up so that it shall not fly away.

a butterfly is like the soul of a person, it dries out in captivity.

Stalag Rhythm

All the humans looked up at the ceiling. ART said, And this is your idea of being helpful. I said, "This is my idea of the opposite of being helpful. I am here against my will and you are going to regret that.

Elle voulait s'enfuir, mais il lui semblait que la prison était dans l'air lui-même.

For among them are those who creep into households and capture weak women, burdened with sins and led astray by various passions, always learning and never able to arrive at a knowledge of the truth." 2 Timothy 3:6–7

That was the problem with walls, Carlene thought as she looked out the window. They kept people out, but they also trapped people in.

It takes a particular type of human being to want to be a hack. Half of their waking hours they are prisoners themselves, inmates by their own free will. Uneducated and underpaid, the only thing they have going for them is feeling superior to the helpless prisoners. Here, at last, are men they can look down upon because they have them in their power. If

What had her life been like in Venda? Or maybe, more precisely, what had they done to her? She was not the result of happy, content parents. It was like she'd been held prisoner in a cellar her whole life. She flinched at sun and an open sky. As soon as we hit the Heethe plateau, she kept her eyes straight ahead on some distant point, her focus like steel, her shoulders rigid, like she carried a heavy pack on her back.

How does it feel? The rope dug into my wrist . Numbed my ankles. Familiar , I had wanted to answer. Being a prisoner feels familiar. It was all I had ever been. My past held on to me me as strongly as it had when I was a child, my choices still limited, my steps still shackled. My life had been patched together with lies from the day I was born. How does it feel? Old. I was tired of lies.

Our shimmering blue plaything is now a swollen black brute straining at its confinement. A beast in captivity, raging to bust free and devour its captors. As if it had secretly despised us all along.

It is a solemn sight to see so many Christians lying in their blood, some here, and some there, like a company of sheep torn by wolves, all of them stripped naked by a company of hell-hounds, roaring, singing, ranting, and insulting, as if they would have torn our very hearts out; yet the Lord by His almighty power preserved a number of us from death, for there were twenty-four of us taken alive and carried captive.

I look out into the dark, which is made of velvet so soft and heavy you could gather it up in your hands if you weren't locked in.

Loneliness - caged cricket dangling from the wall.

Growing up, she and Joe had always joked about their hometown, the way teenagers do, and used to say that HMP Bedford was the inner prison and the rest of the town was just the outer prison, and any chance you had to escape you should take it.

If somebody else is feeding you—even if you entered the community or the building of your own free will, even if all the doors and gates are currently open or unlocked—you may already be living in your future prison. All it takes is a change in management to turn your Holiday Inn into San Quentin.

The moral of the story: The guy who is starving you may sincerely be trying to feed you, but his best efforts might not be enough. In the end, if you are penned in, you can be killed by simple starvation and neglect, requiring no directly malign intention by your captors. Starvation just happens naturally when insufficient food is coming

I know why the caged bird sings.

I bet a mean queen locked him up in the tower because he wouldn't give up all his loot.

Birdcage is a shame!

Birds are not free since Men have invented cages.