Quotes About Enclosure

The hard air was still sulphureous, but they were both used to it. Round the near horizon went the haze, opalescent with frost and smoke, and on the top lay the small blue sky; so that it was like being inside an enclosure, always inside. Life always a dream or a frenzy, inside an enclosure.

I am an acme of things accomplish'd, and I an encloser of things to be.

Only the infinite shape of a vase could contain the flower from your heart.

The only good cage is an empty cage.

We do all like to get things inside a barb-wire corral. Especially our fellow-men. We love to round them up inside the barb-wire enclosure of FREEDOM, and make 'em work. Work, you free jewel, WORK! shouts the liberator, cracking his whip.

the presence of buildings around a park is important in design. They enclose it. They make a definite shape out of the space, so that it appears as an important event in the city scene, a positive feature, rather than a no-account leftover.

The girl laughed again. The joy of a caged bird was in her voice.

In a fleshly Tomb, I am Buried above ground.

prison of Peter and Paul

METAPHOR: A tightly fitting suit of metal, generally tin, which entirely encloses the wearer, both impeding free movement and preventing emotional expression and/or social contact.

In fact, the idea of being locked in a small room seemed kind of comforting. Almost womblike in a strange way.

Henri De Toulouse-Lautrec

Walls protect and walls limit.

Walls work both ways. They keep people out...but they keep people in, too.

Orlando has a very nice arena. It doesn't seem like you're encased in concrete there. It is very comfortable.

Rooms without a view are like prisons for the people who have to stay in them.

an ugly steel fence you might associate with a prison perimeter, twenty-five feet high, like nothing I had seen in any other country.

Denmark's a prison.

Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing. Ah, my. How the world still dearly loves a cage.

How the world so dearly loves a cage.

The zoos are full and the prisons overflowing. My, my. How the world so dearly loves a cage." She

Padlocked we are in the limits of our minds.

I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

I feel now as though I've been sitting all my life inside a box, and suddenly someone is lifting the lid and I can look up and see the stars.