Quotes About Confinement

restrictive life. What Kit

Any place that one could not leave was not large—particularly if one was a naturalist!

so that if the ice closed in against her she would be squeezed up and out of the pressure.

Fear, to put it plainly, hovered close about that little camp, and though all three would have been glad to speak of other matters, the only thing they seemed able to discuss was this—the source of their fear. They tried other subjects in vain; there was nothing to say about them.

A prison is a prison, he says. Whatever you fill the time with.

Then I wondered why on earth would anyone ever stand in the world as if standing in the cornucopic middle of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon but inside a tiny white-painted rectangle about the size of a single space in a car park, refusing to come out of it, and all around her or him the whole world, beautiful, various, waiting?

Instantly two of the girls seized her and, as she involuntarily opened her lips to scream, one thrust a ball of clean rags into her mouth, thrusting it in so far that it effectually gagged her, nor could she expel the ball from her mouth.

and I who live in the basement one level down from the world

Liberation for who does not have a shack and freedom for who does not know how to live is fatal.

It's like driving a car with your foot on the brake.

I wonder what kinds of songs Preston's father sang to him." Zach raised his eyebrows. "I wonder if he's in a cell humming them to himself right now." I should have said something-done something. He was in a dark place, there in the moonlight. But before I could say a word, Zach took a deep breath and looked up at the fortress. "I wonder if I should join him.

Every girl thinks about growing up in a palace. Few ever ponder living in a cage.

Por eso necesitaba llorar, por la fila, por los muros, por el locutorio, por los hombres que se amontonaban contra una reja y por las mujeres que se apretaban contra la reja de enfrente, por el amor de todos los condenados dentro y fuera de Porlier. No lo hice. Mantuve las lágrimas a raya en el borde de mis párpados como si presintiera que me harían falta después

Esto es una ratonera. Cómoda, soleada, con vistas al mar, eso sí, pero una ratonera, quizás la mejor, y precisamente por eso, una de las peores.

Those 18 months in solitary confinement... bruised my soul. If I had had a weapon, I would have fought my way out.

I didn't have any look or any style in prison. Your footwear couldn't cost more than $50. You can't wear blue, orange, gray, any patterns, or you couldn't wear your hair down. There were just so many rules that coincided with your attire.

You start to forget about the world outside - it's not relevant or relatable anymore. The darkest part of solitary confinement is that you start to forget about cars and jobs and families and weather and politicians - and all the things that make up a society.

Hiding places there are innumerable, escape is only one, but possibilities of escape, again, are as many as hiding places.

It isn't true that convicts live like animals: animals have more room to move around.

Lipstick just makes me feel like I can't talk, like I am going to suffocate - like I've been locked in a cupboard and can't get out. I'm so aware of it.

No aquarium, no tank in a marine land, however spacious it may be, can begin to duplicate the conditions of the sea. And no dolphin who inhabits one of those aquariums or one of those marine lands can be considered normal.

A full week cooped up in the hotel? Just shoot me now.

but you still can't get beyond your skin

his skin barely keeping him inside.