Quotes About Confinement

And I wake, in the cage of my bones, on the same cold ground.

For when it starts feeling like a prison in there—and it usually does for most people—you are confronted with the fact that the bars are of your own making.

Put 'em who threaten possessions and power together with 'em who offend our tastes in sex and dope. Those who're touched, put 'em in asylums. Pack off old ones to 'senior communities,' nursing homes. Our children? Keep'em prisoner, baby-sitter as warden. School? Good for fifteen to twenty years. Army afterward. Liberated, we live in prison. No this, no that. Kill us before we die!

Get yourself out of whatever cage you find yourself in.

But all I could think of was taking some books to read in jail. I held everybody up, choosing which ones to take.

They were called "rooms," but it was still a cell. A room you could leave when you chose to do so; a cell you could not.

That was what death was like: trapped in a small space with a big weight holding you down for all eternity.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Never create anything, it will be misinterpreted, it will chain you and follow you for the rest of your life.

Her life, she realized, had all the charm of a steel trap.

confining life to an eternal present is an insidious form of soul murder

The closest thing to hell on earth is prison. It's the worst experience I've ever had in my life. Besides death.

I think the death penalty's easier than life in prison.

For my life, I confess to you, feels to me today somewhat narrow and circumscribed.

We are not in prison so we are free and happy? No. We're in a different kind of prison in this life. We have to confront it, and we have to liberate Istanbul and ourselves, as well.

We are chained to this life by a chain of gold, and we dare not sever it for fear of what lies beyond the drop.

That inverted Bowl we call The Sky,Whereunder crawling coop'd we live and die.

To increase density in a rat population and maintain healthy specimens, put them in boxes so they can't see each other, clean their cages, and give them enough to eat. You can pile the boxes up as many stories as you wish. Unfortunately, caged animals become stupid, which is a very heavy price to pay for a super filing system!

El mundo es un muro de piedra -pensaba-, y han puesto las piedras tan juntas que no hay ni una sola rendija por la que uno pueda entrar.

Yet when women are spoken for but do not speak for themselves, such dramas of liberation become only the opening scenes of the next drama of confinement. Until women break free for themselves, the chains that make madness a female malady, like Blake's "mind forged manacles," will simply forge themselves anew.

Once, she closed the book abruptly and said with annoyance, "That's enough." "Why?" "Because I've had it, it's always the same story: inside something small there's something even smaller that wants to leap out, and outside something large there's always someting larger that wants to keep it a prisoner.

But the condition of wife had enclosed her in a sort of glass container, like a sailboat sailing with sails unfurled in an inaccessible place, without the sea.

Porque já estou farta, é sempre a mesma história: dentro daquilo que é pequeno existe algo ainda mais pequeno que quer saltar para fora, e fora daquilo que é grande existe algo ainda maor que o quer manter prisioneiro. Vou cozinhar.

The circle of an empty day is brutal and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.