Quotes About Confinement

In American prisons, which are extraordinarily violent places, the most vicious form of punishment is simply to lock a person in an empty room for years with absolutely nothing to do. This emptying of any possibility of communication or meaning is the real essence of what violence really is or does.

we now know that placing prisoners in solitary confinement for more than six months at a stretch inevitably results in physically observable forms of brain damage. Human beings are not just social animals; they are so intrinsically social that if they are cut off from relations with other humans, they begin to decay physically.

One of the few positive side effects of a prison system is that, simply by providing us information of what happens, and how humans behave under extreme situations of deprivation, we can learn basic truths about what it means to be human.

Why, when God's world is so big, did you fall asleep in a prison, of all places?

Sometimes God must confine us in order to free us.

(P)eople's good intentions can wind up putting us in boxes as confining as coffins.

The good thing about a jail show is nobody gets up and walks out.

Each day I live in a glass room unless I break it with the thrusting of my senses and pass through the splintered walls to the great landscape.

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.

Big Government is erecting a panopticon state - one that sees everything, and regulates everything. It's great "customer service," except that you can never get out of the store.

Happiness is being stuck in an elevator and discovering the ravishing blonde with you is a liquor salesman with a case of samples.

The refreshing pleasure from the first view of nature, after the pain of illness, and the confinement of a sick-chamber, is above the conceptions, as well as the descriptions, of those in health.

Somehow, we each create our own prison, for which only we, hold the key to freedom.

Somehow, we each create our own prisons, one for which only we, hold the key.

We are the prisoners of history. Or are we?

For the whole world, without a native home, Is nothing but a prison of larger room.

We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us.

Home I would go But that my doors are hateful to my eyes, Fill'd and damm'd up with gaping creditors, Watchful as fowlers when their game will spring.

Your home is your jail, Bird. I'm going to set you free.

You narrow hope when you define it.

One good thing about being locked in a cage: No responsibility!

This shed does not contain me.

The world would probably be better if people were put in carriers and cats roamed free.

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.