Quotes About Confinement

It was not so much that he was shut out, but that she was trapped inside.

Sometimes I feel like a normal person. Sometimes I forget I'm on parole, that I'm not really free.

He who is conceived in a cage yearns for the cage.

And it seems to me that everyone is like me—they're all afraid of the slightest movement . . . Everyone's sitting all closed up in his own glass cage waiting for something.

Bir o gözüne, bir ötekine bak?yor, her birinde kendimi görüyorum: gökkuÅŸa?? zindanlar?nda ufac?k, minicik bir mahpus...

Bilgi de neymiÅŸ! Bilgi dediÄŸin korkakl?kt?r. Ne derseniz deyin, doÄŸrusu bu. Siz sonsuzluÄŸu bir duvarla s?n?rlamaya çal???yorsunuz, duvar?n arkas?na bakmaya ise korkuyorsunuz.

The way to rid man of criminality is to rid him of freedom.

Knowledge! What does that mean? Your knowledge is nothing but cowardice. No, really, that's all it is. You just want to put a little wall around infinity. And you're afraid to look on the other side of that wall.

A human being is made as absurdly as these preposterous "apartments"; human heads are opaque, with only tiny windows in them—the eyes.

Being known, then, must not be far from being imprisoned by someone else's thought

Kendini, göklerden de büyük bir halkan?n ortas?na hapsolmuÅŸ buldun; bunun d???ndaki her ÅŸey s?radan. Bizlerin salt otlat?lmak için d??ar?ya ç?kar?ld???m?z? kavram??s?n. GevÅŸek bir ipe baÄŸlanm??, cahil hayvanlar olduÄŸumuzu.

Sim, ele dormia, acordava, e as vezes, até fazia suas refeições ali dentro. Nesse estranho quarto sem janelas, esse quarto onde os ventos jamais sopravam e as árvores jamais rumorejavam, um quarto com ares de caixão, a tumba onde ele foi enterrado vivo. Ele escolhera viver em um caixão mesmo antes de ter sido assassinado. Um quarto de prazeres e de morte, envolto no perfume duradouro de mulher e o odor de seu próprio corpo.

When we break down our prison walls and run towards freedom, we are in fact running into the more spacious exercise yard of a bigger prison.

There is no way out of the imagined order. When we break down our prison walls and run towards freedom, we are in fact running into the more spacious exercise yard of a bigger prison.

People are afraid of being trapped inside a box, but they don't realize that they are already trapped inside a box—their brain—which is locked within the bigger box of human society with its myriad fictions.

in front of any painting, figurative or non-figurative I felt more and more that the lines and all their consequences, the contours, the forms, the perspectives, the compositions, became exactly like the bars on the window of a prison. Far away, amidst colour, dwelt life and liberty. And in front of the picture I felt imprisoned, and I believe it is because of that same feeling of imprisonment that van Gogh exclaimed, 'I long to be freed from I know now what horrible cage!

When Reality is a prison, Your mind can set you free.

Knowledge! What does that mean? Your knowledge is nothing but cowardice. No, really, that's all it is. You just want to put a little wall around infinity. And you're afraid to look on the other side of that wall.

What is worse? To be chained all day with a bowl of water, or to be free and die of thirst?

An erect building is a shackled slave. I hear the mutinous grumbling of vertical buildings. I hear the grinding frustration of those compelled against their will to remain standing. A building is energy crucified against space and time.

Terlalu banyak pilihan bisa memusingkan, tapi keterbatasan pilihan adalah penjara.

Even rich people can only stand in one room at a time.

That's the problem you face when you deal with Arbiters. We don't answer to anyone. We could arrest you, throw you in a cell, and you'd languish there until we remembered to ask you those questions we'd been meaning to.

I don't think anyone is free - one creates one's own prison.