Quotes About Enclosure

He just defined the dimensions of his own cage.

Prisoned in glass beneath my seals of red.

She looked around for a place to be. A small place. The closet? ... It was both small and bright, and she wanted to be in a very small, very bright place. Small enough to contain her grief.Bright enough to throw into relief the dark things that cluttered her.Once inside, she sank to the tile floor next to the toilet. On her knees, her hand on the cold rim of the bathtub, she waited for something to happen…inside.

Fences can be prisons, in a way. They're necessary for those incapable of learning restraint, but they diminish life.

Have not prisons - which kill all will and force of character in man, which enclose within their walls more vices than are met with on any other spot of the globe - always been universities of crime?

It's French," she said. "They designed it like a zoo—you know, keep 'em in, but give everyone a good look at 'em...

Depression has descended like a bell jar around me.

Memories can be trapped in a room.

That his inability to express what he was feeling had formed such a tight and inescapable box around his being that he could barely breathe.

When we lock things away," he said with conviction, "we're really imprisoning ourselves.

The love of only one man or one woman is an enclosure.

Never suppose that either the evil or the good that you do will remain secret, however strict may be your enclosure.

Make sure they don't have any newspaper in with them," Steve said. "They'll hide under it, won't get any sun, and get too cold." Getting too hot was also a potential problem. Out in the bush, a lizard could sit on a rock virtually all day in the sun and be "fine as frog's hair," as Steve would say. The same lizard in an enclosure could not last in ten minutes in the sun. They needed to be able to thermoregulate themselves.

I needed to build a four-hundred-square-foot enclosure, with a curbed concrete-slab floor six inches thick. The fence needed to be five-gauge cyclone fencing. I contacted several building companies and discovered that no manufacturer had made five-gauge cyclone fencing since World War II.

I had never been into society; for me the world was the enclosure of the college and the seminary. I had a vague knowledge that there was a something called woman, but I never dwelt upon the subject; I was absolutely innocent. I saw my infirm old mother only twice a year; that was the extent of my connection with the outside world.

until he had the house closed in. So, he'd feed him

One of the signs of a dysfunctional narrative is that we cannot leave it behind, and we cannot put it to rest, because it does not, finally, give us the explanation we need to enclose it.

A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in ever one of them encloses its own secret; that ever beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!

The home was a closed sphere touched only at its edge by the world's evolution.

The FSG story starts to lose its fairy-tale aura when filthy lucre invades the sacred enclosure, as it did ubiquitously in the every-man-for-himself Reagan era.

I also have no problem if you want to find a cave and have someone roll a boulder in front of it.

In the circle of light on the state in the midst of darkness, you have the sensation of being entirely alone... This is called solitude in public... During a performance, before an audience of thousands, you can always enclose yourself in this circle, like a snail in its shell... You can carry it wherever you go.

The moon was already a quarter ways up. All but day bright. He felt like something in a jar.