Quotes About Prison

he did not want to resist the urge to kill again after his bail hearing. This is common in serial killers. Not even the fact that they have been arrested and identified, nor the threat of a prison sentence, will prevent them from killing again and again.

He was sodomised in prison and contracted a venereal disease. After this he suffered from impotency and the .22 rifle became a substitute for his penis. He said when he was with a woman his body became dead and he could not get an erection, but the moment he held the gun in his hands, his whole body became warm and alive.

In my opinion, an interesting switch had taken place. Boetie had been a passive victim of emotional, sexual and physical abuse as a child. As an adult he identified with the aggressor and did to others what had been done to him. When he was imprisoned he could no longer vent his anger and suffering and reverted back to the role of the passive victim, allocating the role of active persecutors to his victims.

Once a killer is in prison, we carry on with other investigations and do not pay much attention to those who are behind bars. This infuriates them and they get jealous. I compare it to sibling rivalry. I became the 'Bad Mother' object to our suspect and he vented his anger in those letters.

In prison there's no bad, everything's worse. Worse bellyache, worse misery, worse sadness--the worst of the worst. Jailers and judges seem like people without reason, deranged. Compliance with rules and regulations which have nothing to do with reality turns them into madmen, at least they seem such to those not under the strange influence of the law.

Although it costs taxpayers more than twice as much to send an 18-year-old to prison as to university, politicians reap greater rewards from lobbyists and conservative voters for building cells than for building classrooms.

The real function of the prison system, indeed, is not to safeguard communities, but to warehouse hatred for the day when it returns to the street.

There is nothing exceptional about today, except that today can be a day of new beginnings, of crossing lines in the sand, of deciding that you are sick of prison, and you want freedom.

after all, the bible was always talking about miracles. i figured that if Daniel could get out of the lion's den alive and Jonah could come up unharmed from the belly of a whale, then surely ole T.j. could get out of going to prison.

The mellow sweetness of pumpkin pie off a prison spoon is something you will never forget.

They wanted revenge for the Bataan Death March of 1942, during which Japanese troops killed or brutalized thousands of captured Filipino and American soldiers along a forced hundred-mile march to a prison camp.

Experimenté algo todavía más cruel, más refinadamente cruel. En pleno invierno, cuando no hay luz nunca y el sol no aparece ni por asomo, me enviaron junto con otros presos a construir un muro con piedras tan pesadas que costaba levantarlas. Un día nos obligaban a construirlo y al día siguiente nos ordenaban que destruyéramos lo erigido; y así una y otra vez. La mayor tortura de todas las que he vivido consistía en la inutilidad de un trabajo sobrehumano.

Reason is the hero who breaks the chains of our prejudice, saving us from the prison of our comfortable acquiescence in the way of the world.

We are like a frightened bird before him, shrinking away lest his demand crush us completely. But when we eventually yield—when he corners us and finally takes us into his hand—we find to our astonishment that he is infinitely gentle and that his only aim is to release us from our prison, to set us free to be the people he made us to be. But when we fly out into the sunshine, how can we not then offer the same gentle gift of freedom, of forgiveness, to those around us?

Jesus's followers themselves were to be given a new kind of task. The Great Jailer had been overpowered; now someone had to go and unlock the prison doors. Forgiveness of sins had been accomplished, robbing the idols of their power; someone had to go and announce the amnesty to "sinners" far and wide. And this had to be done by means of the new sort of power: the cross-resurrection-Spirit kind of power. The power of suffering love.

Bye, Trace. Hope you and Andreja have a good day. Oh, I may be arrested for homicide soon. Please come visit me in prison.

Mercants have a gift for obsession. It's led to prison sentences, epic heroism, great works of art and madhouses. Choose your path.

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

Badreya whispered in her ear, "The price of freedom is high, Bodour, and there is no writing without freedom. Break your chains, Bodour, break free of your prison and reach out for the forbidden tree. If you eat from it, you will not die, for knowledge leads you to life and not to death. You will live forever.

El hermano mayor se encuentra en una posición superior de juicio hacia los demás. Podemos encerrar a alguien en una prisión pensando: "Es así, nunca cambiará". Al etiquetar a los demás, nos damos una razón para retirarnos de la relación. Los muros de la prisión que construimos están edificados para protegernos.

Nos convertimos en el hermano mayor cada vez que respondemos a los dolores de la vida fuera del amor de Dios. En lugar de dar perdón y misericordia a los demás, construimos muros de protección a nuestro alrededor. Nos aferramos a nuestra amargura y falta de perdón como si fueran una forma de defensa, pero no lo son. En realidad, son muros de prisión, que nos alejan de la vida de libertad y amor que Dios quiere.

Of course, Orwell was not the first to teach us about the spiritual devastations of tyranny. What is irreplaceable about his work is his insistence that it makes little difference if our wardens are inspired by right- or left-wing ideologies. The gates of the prison are equally impenetrable, surveillance equally rigorous, icon-worship equally pervasive.

For so many years I had used my connections to get special treatment. I expected people to overlook my tendency to bend the rules or cut corners or even kite checks. Standing in the hallway, temporarily banished from my prison room for illicit possession of office supplies, I felt good about telling the truth. It was a small thing. Nothing at risk but a few sheets of carbon paper. But it felt important.

It is said that no one truly knows a nation until one has been inside its jails.