Quotes About Enclosure

Like our padded cell? He poked the insulated walls. It's like living in a vagina.

Sometimes it rained, but mostly it was just dull, a land without shadows. It was like living inside Tupperware.

My room is a twittering gray box with a wall / there and there and there again.

At first I wondered why the room felt so safe. Then I realized it was because there were no windows.

because wherever I sat, on the deck of a ship or at a street café in Paris or Bangkok, I would be sitting under the same glass bell jar, stewing in my own sour air.

Existen muchas clases de prisiones. Jarnauga

Caged birds accept each other, but flight is what they long for.

I've come out of a small jail and entered a bigger one.

In architecture volume can be seen to be either a portion of space contained and defined by wall, floor and ceiling or roof planes or a quantity of space displaced by the mass of the building.

Progress was taking nature and putting a box around it.

Everywhere I step, I find only corners," Father whispered. "Slowly, they trap me.

The longer we were in it, the smaller it seemed to get.

I love cloisters, which are the architectural equivalent of a theological concept: perfect freedom within set boundaries.

Art is love and it covers. It sheilds.

In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

The space we love is unwilling to remain permanently enclosed. It deploys and appears to move elsewhere without difficulty; into other times, and on different planes of dream and memory.

week days pent up in lath and

The cows were all running around their pen in manic terror.

we are safely contained within a small

Being a part, man cannot grasp the whole. He is at its mercy. He may assent to it, or rebel against it; but he is always caught up by it and enclosed within it. He is dependent upon it and is sustained by it. Love is his light and his darkness, whose end he cannot see. "Love ceases not"—whether he speaks with the "tongues of angels," or with scientific exactitude traces the life of the cell down to its uttermost source.

It's like a prison. Okay, it is a prison. There's the problem right there.

Zoos have always fascinated me. What child hasn't wondered what would happen if all the animals escaped from the zoo? Or what would happen if they got caught in an enclosure?

We are bound to our bodies like an oyster to its shell.

We live as in a walled garden now, walled by ourselves. We have been building this wall for some time, but now it's complete. That is new. And yet our surroundings remain as radiantly mysterious as ever.