Quotes About Prison

The greatest mystery was not that we have been flung at random among the profusion of the earth and the galaxy of the stars, but that in this prison we can fashion images of ourselves sufficiently powerful to deny our nothingness.

Das Gefängnis betritt man gewöhnlich nicht freiwillig und bleibt auch selten freiwillig darin, sondern hegt das egoistische Verlangen nach Freiheit.

I love words; it doesn't matter which, it doesn't matter about what. (I am writing down, at random, things that he said one night, while the kasaba slept in the darkness.) Conversation is a link between people, maybe the only one. That's what an old soldier taught me, we were captured together, thrown into a prison together, chained together and bound to the same iron ring on the wall.

Fear is the strongest prison and courage is the only way out!

Religion is a bell jar; you cannot find God in that jar, because it is your bell jar, you have created it! Break the glass prison and get fresh air, elevate your intelligence! Wake up and open your eyes; see the truth beyond your prison! If you can't break the glass, don't worry; science will do it for you!

The king's very simple cousin, for example, pointed out that the tower Froi could see from where he was standing was the prison and currently held only one prisoner. "The rest of the the scum are kept in dungeons close to the bridge of the Citavita," the man explained. "And the king?" Froi asked. "We try not to refer to him as scum out loud," the man whispered.

In 1960, when I came out of prison as an ex-convict, I had more freedom under parolee supervision than there's available... in America right now.

Further, more African Americans today are under criminal justice supervision—either in prison, on parole or probation—than were enslaved 10 years before the Civil War (Alexander 2012

It isn't action, he suspects, that usually lands a thief in prison. It's hesitation.

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he understands the penitentiary. It is the expectations and values of the world outside of prison that he has trouble comprehending.

Nearly one-third of Acts recounts Paul on trial or in prison, and in five of the thirteen letters he is identified as a prisoner of, or in, Christ (never mentioning Roman authorities!):

prison cell upgrade: $82 per night.

The stink came from the prison cubicle next door. Old Ben was in there and Ben was the dirtiest man alive.

If the law was a temple, it was built on human misery and jails were the cornerstones.

Camp Tomahawk was supposed to last all summer long, but Eddy was being sent home after only five days. Not that he cared. The place seemed more like a prison to him.

Convicts are experts at killing time because they age in dog years.

Green's first victim was found on the North York Moors, which is why the papers called him the 'Beast of Whitby'. He went on to rape and kill at least two more children, one of whom he lured into his van using kittens that he'd collected from a local animal shelter. He pleaded guilty to the murders, but died within a year, beaten to death in a prison exercise yard

the worst thing about prison was the dementors

I mean, I was just one of the ones who got exposed, and because of the position I was in, where I was in my life, it went mainstream. A lot of people got out of it after my situation, not because I went to prison but because it was sad for them to see me go through something that was so pointless, that could have been avoided.

That wasn't the way that things was supposed to be. And all because the so-called culture that I thought was right, that I thought it was cool, and I thought it was fun, and it was exciting at the time. It all led to me laying in a prison bunk by myself with no one to talk to but myself.

Prison continues, on those who are entrusted to it, a work begun elsewhere, which the whole of society pursues on each individual through innumerable mechanisms of discipline.

Unforgiveness is a prison. It slams the door on new beginnings and entrenches you in your present pain. It chains the heart and stops it from beating. It suffocates joy and paralyzes your ability to move on. Unforgiveness is the cancer of the soul. It slowly eats away the marrow of your existence and impairs your judgment, your personality and your ability to love again.