Quotes About Prison

I always knew I'd get caught sooner or later. And I knew I would end up going to prison.

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

Now, remember Winifred, don't bite your fingernails. Don't interrupt when someone else is speaking, and don't go down to the jailhouse at midnight to change places with Prisoners

The founders of a new colony, whatever Utopia of human virtue and happiness they might originally project, have invariably recognized it among their earliest practical necessities to allot a portion of the virgin soil as a cemetery, and another portion as the site of a prison.

All through life that piece of crape had hung between him and the world; it had separated him from cheerful brotherhood and woman's love and kept him in that saddest of all prisons his own heart;

the child finally announced that she had not been made at all, but had been plucked by her mother off the bush of wild roses, that grew by the prison-door.

Qué calabozo es más obscuro que el propio corazón? ¿Qué carcelero es más inexorable que uno mismo?

but Cam has come to understand that a pedestal is nothing more than an elegant cage. No walls, no locks, but unless one has wings to fly away, one is trapped. A pedestal is the most insidious prison ever devised.

Una noche, el alma del vino cantó en las botellas: ¡Hombre, hacia ti elevo, ¡oh! querido desheredado, Bajo mi prisión de vidrio y mis lacres bermejos, Una canción colmada de luz y de fraternidad!

When I get out, I thought, I am going to wait a while and then I am going to come back to this place, I am going to look at it from the outside and know exactly what's going on in there, and I'm going to stare at those walls and I'm going to make up my mind never to get on the inside of them again.

your best men are drunks and your worst men are locking them up, your best men are killers and your worst men are selling them bullets

3 "This is what I mean by worldliness—taking life in one's stride, with all its duties and problems.... It is in such a life that we throw ourselves utterly into the arms of God and participate in his sufferings in the world." —LETTERS AND PAPERS FROM PRISON

I looked around the room trying to think of a situation that could be any worse than this, and decided that the only thing that could be worse than prison was the navy.

If you speak to anyone who's ever done time, the fact that you make it out of there alive is a miracle.

imprisoned in the dark womb of our mother, we come to life without having seen her face, that we are given to her arms a stranger, and that, caught in that insoluble prison of being, we escape it never, no matter what arms may clasp us, what mouth may kiss us, what heart may warm us. Never, never, never, never, never.

men were forever strangers to one another, that no one ever comes really to know any one, that imprisoned in the dark womb of our mother, we come to life without having seen her face, that we are given to her arms a stranger, and that, caught in that insoluble prison of being, we escape it never, no matter what arms may clasp us, what mouth may kiss us, what heart may warm us. Never, never, never, never, never.

Father Jim was sent to jail in a special West Virginia prison filled with politicians, tycoons, confidence men, hedge fund managers, gamblers, and finance company executives, every one of them his least favorite kind of person. The local bishop arranged for him to give services in the cramped chapel, but only two Italian gentlemen regularly showed up, wearing sunglasses in the windowless room.

The judgment of history was ultimately less important than what he'd judge of himself, looking in the mirror every morning at not enough. The real prison was, and would always be, himself.

and in the prison wall there's a hole so wide you could fit an hour's worth of corporate greed in it and have room left over for Dick Cheney's draft deferments. -Til Lunch Do Us Part

Our past is bleak. Our future dim. But I am not reasonable. A reasonable man adjusts to his environment. And unreasonable man does not. All progress, therefore, depends on the unreasonable man. I prefer not to adjust to my environment. I refuse the prison of "I" and choose the open spaces of "we.

I went to prison for my hacking. Now people hire me to do the same things I went to prison for, but in a legal and beneficial way.

When I was being moved, a deputy U.S. Marshal with a Southern accent so thick it sounded like he was doing a bad parody of a Good Ol' Boy sheriff laughed and said, "You're the only prisoner we ever had that got booted out of jail!

I've always maintained that if I wasn't studying psychopaths in prison, I'd do so at the stock exchange," he enthused. "Without doubt, there's a greater proportion of psychopathic big hitters in the corporate world than there is in the general population. You'll find them in any organization where your position and status afford you power and control over others, and the chance of material gain.

The psychopath emerges as anything up to five times more likely to beat, rape, kill, or mutilate his way back behind bars.