Quotes About Trapped

We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull.

Mr. Jennings is the one who trapped the fairies here to begin with. If they're back and wandering around, if they're loose, then, well, it's not good.

come humans, fulfill your evolutionary purpose adn build your hound a fire." Oberon

You are caught in an empty house, in a box, in a place that is not happy. You are trapped inside you and wherever you go, there you are.

One of the reasons there are so many terms for conditions of ice is that the mariners observing it were often trapped in it, and had nothing to do except look at it.

We're trapped in a world that's troubled with pain. As long as a man has the strength to dream, he can redeem his soul and fly.

We've been trapped in here, away from civilisation. We're wasting our lives away, waiting for something. But nothing's happened, and nothing is going to happen unless we help ourselves.

She was going to die. Emma knew it with complete certainty. She was trapped in

Fear has trapped me, rendered me immobile and powerless. I'd forgotten I even had wings, let alone how to use them.

the fear of being trapped between cars.

FLIGHT OF FOLLY. WOMAN TRAPPED IN CAGE OF OPEN DOORS.

People with heavy pain-bodies usually have a better chance to awaken spiritually than those with a relatively light one. Whereas some of them do remain trapped in their heavy pain-bodies, many others reach a point where they cannot live with their unhappiness any longer, and so their motivation to awaken becomes strong. ... Christ can be seen as the archetypal human, embodying both the pain and the possibility of transcendence.

The pain-body consists of trapped life-energy that has split off from your total energy field and has temporarily become autonomous through the unnatural process of mind identification.

One of the reasons there are so many terms for conditions of ice is that the mariners observing it were often trapped in it, and had nothing to do except look at it.

You might think that your voice as a writer would emerge naturally, all on its own, with no help whatsoever, but you'd be wrong. What I saw on the page was that the voice is in fact trapped, nervous, lazy. Even, and in my case most especially, amnesiac. And that it has to be cut free.

ONE OF THE MOST important aspects of what human beings do is build beliefs. Beliefs are what trap most people in their problems. Unless you believe you can get over something, get through something, or get to something, there is little likelihood you will be able to do it. Your beliefs refer to your sense of certainty on some of your thoughts.

We're all trapped in the bodies of sly, social-climbing opportunists shaped to survive the savanna by policing each other.

It was from my mother that I learned reading was not a duty but a reward, and from her that I intuited a vital truth: most people are trapped in a solitary existence, a life circumscribed by want and failures of imagination, limitations from which readers are exempt.

most people are trapped in a solitary existence, a life circumscribed by want and failures of imagination, limitations from which readers are exempt.

I tried to help you make better choices. You could have saved yourself. But you defied me at every step. You built your ship. You joined that foolish quest. Now you are trapped here, helpless, while the mortal world dies. Leo's hands burst into flame. He wanted to melt Gaea's sandy face to glass. Then he felt Calypso's hand on his shoulder. Gaea. Her voice was stern and steady. You are not welcome.

Water liked to be free. Given time, water could overcome any barrier, and it hated to be trapped, just like Percy.

Leo felt trapped. He'd once been stuck in a cave on top of Pikes Peak, surrounded by a pack of werewolves. Another time he'd been stuck in an abandoned factory with a family of evil Cyclopes. But this—standing in an open clearing with a dozen pretty girls—was much worse.

Her eyes were luminous gold. I wondered if that was the last color a bug saw when it was trapped in amber—and if the bug thought, wow, that's beautiful , right before it was frozen forever.

The weight of the sky dropped onto Atlas's back, almost smashing him flat until he managed to get to his knees, struggling to get out from under the crushing weight of the sky. But it was too late. Noooooo! He bellowed so hard it shook the mountain. Not again! Atlas was trapped under his old burden.