Quotes About Prison

order was freedom. To live in chaos was to live in a prison. Order freed the mind for other things.

He'd learned that from his mother. She'd taught him that order was freedom. To live in chaos was to live in a prison. Order freed the mind for other things.

When Thoreau was arrested for protesting an injustice, Ralph Waldo Emerson had visited him in prison and said, "Henry, what are you doing in there?" And Thoreau had replied, "Ralph, what are you doing out there?

The whole value of solitude depends upon oneself; it may be a sanctuary or a prison, a haven of repose or a place of punishment, a heaven or a hell, as we ourselves make it.

Concentrated power can be always wielded in the interest of the few and at the expense of the many. Government in its last analysis is this power reduced to a science. Governments never lead; they follow progress. When the prison, stake or scaffold can no longer silence the voice of the protesting minority, progress moves on a step, but not until then.

A marriage without friendship is like a locked prison with lost keys.

I have achieved nothing, nothing. I am what I always was, alone as always, locked in the same old glass prison of myself.

Yet often these people who are "on our side" are offended as well. So, instead of helping, we stack additional stones on our existing walls. Without our knowing when it happens, these walls of protection become a prison. At that point, we are not only cautious about who comes in, but in terror we cannot venture outside our fortress.

As for the Folsom Prison show, ... would anybody have the [guts] to do that show now? 50 Cent, maybe? I think the whole idea of even playing to a crowd of people like that is so politically unfavorable now - it's like, 'What are you doing, singing for these people? Do they deserve it?' There's such anger in our culture right now, that kind of grace and forgiveness, we don't see that very often.

It seems there are no rich on death row.

People behave badly and people are in prison and people are on death row, and there are no excuses for everybody's behavior, but most people are coming from abuse.

The inmates made jokes about the chair, the way people always make jokes about things that frighten them but can't be gotten away from.

The wide corridor up the centre of E Block was floored with linoleum the colour of tired old limes, and so what was the Last Mile at other prisons was called the Green Mile at Cold Mountain.

Destiny is the prison and chain of the ignorant. Understand that destiny like the water of the Nile: Water before the faithful, blood before the unbeliever.

I just remember that disturbing feeling of walking into that prison, the complete loss of privacy, the complete loss of stimulation, dignity.

How do we redefine education so that 30-50 percent of inner-city children do not drop out of school, thus ensuring that millions will end up in prison?

My pop did a little time.

I don't guess anybody likes the idea of being locked up.

Be grateful for villainy, I thought. The jobs of millions depended on it, Gerard's included. Police, lawyers, tax inspectors, prison warders, court officials, security guards, locksmiths and people making burglar alarms. Where would they be the world over but for the multiple faces of Cain. "Gerard," I said.

Photographer shoots Sutton in close-up, the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway behind his head. The expressway was built while Sutton was in prison. God what a monstrosity, Sutton says. I didn't think they could make Brooklyn uglier. I underestimated them.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.

And freedom? Oh, freedom. Well that's just some people talking. Your prison is walking through this world all alone.

was picking my son up at the prison gates when I spotted the mother of the girl he had murdered. Two independent clauses, ten words each, joined by an adverb, made up entirely of words that would once have been unimaginable to think, much less say.

Thought and action are the jailers of Fate -- they imprison, being base; they are also the angels of Freedom -- they liberate being noble.