Quotes About Confinement

What surprises me about living here is that, no matter how much is taken out, this linoleum palace continues to contain all the necessities for life, at the same time as it refuses to admit a single thing, either accidentally or arranged, of beauty or joy. In this, I think, it is much like East Germany itself.

Yet though there is no visible barrier I know only too well that I am surrounded by unseen and impassable walls which tower into the highest domes of the zenith and sink many miles below the surface of the earth.

The world had become an arctic prison from which no escape was possible, all its creatures trapped as securely as were the trees, already lifeless inside their deadly resplendent armour.

Whether you're beaten or pampered, fed the best foods or starved, kept in filth or kept clean, a cage is still a cage

Whether you're beaten or pampered, fed the best foods or starved, kept in filth or kept clean, a cage is still a cage.

Et, quand vous ne pouvez pas raconter, vous avez l'impression de mourir d'étouffement.

As an artist, program directors always want to put you in a little box.

Sequestration, sequestation - however you pronounce that word - and gridlock aren't all that bad.

Free as air; that's what they say- free as air. Now they bring me my air in an iron barrel.

any one who has been to an English public school will always feel comparatively at home in prison. It is the people brought up in the gay intimacy of the slums, Paul learned, who find prison so soul destroying.

It was wearisome to contemplate that animate protoplasm, reasonable by courtesy only, shut up in a car by an incomprehensible civilization, taken somewhere, to do a vague something without aim or significance or consequence.

Palabras. No hay manera de quitárselas de encima. No le dejan a una estar verdaderamente sola. Plaga de bichos molestos, oye. Debería abrir las ventanas de par en par para que salgan a la calle las palabras, los lamentos, las viejas conversaciones tristes atrapadas entre los tabiques del piso deshabitado.

Credo, ideal, mulher ou profissão - tudo isso é a cela e as algemas.

But someone afflicted by tedium feels himself the prisoner of a futile freedom, in a cell of infinite size.

Where can one think of fleeing, if the cell is everything? And

Creeds, ideals, a woman, a profession – all are prisons and shackles.

N'être qu'un est une prison

Love, glory, and wealth are prisons.

De Selby likens the position of a human on the earth to that of a man on a tight-wire who must continue walking along the wire or perish, being, however, free in all other respects. Movement in this restricted orbit results in the permanent hallucination known conventionally as 'life' with its innumerable concomitant limitations, afflictions and anomalies.

We put limitations on the way that we think about things, on ourselves, think about all the boxes we live in, male or female, you're this age, that age, this is your job, this is not your job, everything is about getting boxed in.

Women have seen that they have locked themselves up with feminist writing.

With rivers, you don't have a lot of room to work, and with the bigger fish that I'm catching, you might have just a few feet to work with.

Language fits over experience like a straight-jacket.

You can get claustrophobia and agoraphobia - a fear of wide, open spaces - simultaneously on a spacewalk.