Quotes About Confinement

And he who has once seen the world's borders will suffer his imprisonment most painfully of all.

I'd started to put on my boots, but that terrible gray morning alarmed me. Sometimes I feel as if we're living inside a tomb, a large, spacious one for lots of people. I looked at the world wreathed in gray Murk, cold and nasty. The prison is not outside, but inside each of us.

A prisão não está no exterior e, sim, no interior de cada um de nós. É possível que não saibamos viver sem ela.

Civilization is the process of reducing the infinite to the finite.

Oh my, how the world still dearly loves a cage." —TESS LYNCH, WRITER, GENTLEWOMAN, AND ESSAYIST

if we who are privileged find ourselves confined, it is only because we have conspired in our own imprisonment.

It's so hard to think in winter. The world seems confined in the space of your heart; you can't see beyond yourself.

My world has always been so small, hidden behind walls.

I spent my youth building this wall to keep dangerous things away. I sometimes wonder now if I've kept them inside.

Life in a box was unbearable. How did humans stand it?

On November 28, 1994, Dahmer was sent with two other prisoners to clean a bathroom at the Columbia Correctional Institute in Portage, Wisconsin. Inmate Christopher Scarver first beat Jesse Anderson, the other prisoner, in front of Dahmer before turning his weapon, a grip from a barbell weight, on Dahmer, who put up no resistance. Coincidentally, it was the very same kind of weapon Dahmer used against his first murder victim at age eighteen.

Chains are chains, even made of gold, they just tie you.

Somos classificados nas mais estranhas categorias, das quais nunca ouvimos falar, e que não correspondem ao que somos, em absoluto. Convocam-nos. Internam-nos. Bem que gostaríamos de saber o motivo.

You must release me or you will never be released.

One unionist politician likened this custody arrangement to keeping 'a python in a paper bag'.

Aún notaba el temblor de su corazón, como un pájaro enjaulado batiendo las alas contra mi pecho.

so fresh in a building with no windows.

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

For here, inside the crypt, was where he truly lived. Which is to say, for well over twenty hours a day in total darkness and in total silence and in total immobility, he sat on his horse blanket at the end of the stony corridor, his back resting on the rock slide, his shoulders wedged between the rocks and enjoyed himself.

Man's misfortune stems from the fact that he does not want to stay in the room where he belongs.

I hate being confined, especially when it's for my own good.

I seldom visit people's homes, for despite the hospitality offered I often suffer a feeling of confinement or imagined pressure.

They have trapped Blue into doing nothing, into being so inactive as to reduce his life to almost no life at all. Yes, says Blue to himself, that's what it feels like: like nothing at all. He feels like a man who has been condemned to sit in a room and go on reading a book for the rest of his life. This is strange enough - to be only half alive at best, seeing the world only through words, living only through the lives of others.

A man who is 'of sound mind' is one who keeps the inner madman under lock and key.