Quotes About Confinement

I'm not very good at being domesticated. I've tried. The domestic life I find claustrophobic - the rituals and habits and patterns.

You have no idea how many times I've been barricaded inside a box in my life. I know it's for my protection. But that doesn't mean I have to like it. (Kiara)

Nothing moves at the Hotel New Hampshire! We're screwed down here-for life!

There's a limit to how much living can be done in a life without freedom.

you go back to liberate the captives and sadly realize, some want to remain tied down in the cave...

He's never coming out except nailed in a box or in an ash can," he said. "He is not stepping out.

New York had taught me about hard stone, narrowness, and gray shadow.

It was a paradox of life behind walls, that where any day could end in blood, every morning contrived to start exactly the same. A man woke and, for two beats of his heart, didn't know where he was or what he'd become. Those few seconds were magic, a warm flicker before reality walked across his chest, the black dog of remembrance trailing at its feet.

They are trying to live, but they have no room to breathe. So they try harder and breathe less.

Al señor Evans le gustaría que dibujaseis vuestro autorretrato —anunció—. Algo que muestre cómo os veis a vosotros mismos. [...] No había dejado de usar el lápiz negro, y lo que había creado era muy revelador: un par de manos agarradas a unos barrotes que cruzaban de arriba a abajo la hoja. No había cara ni cuerpo. Sólo dedos aferrados a gruesos barrotes negros.

Aquí hay muchas personas que no salen nunca. Depende de lo que hiciste para que te trajeran aquí. Por supuesto, también hay muchos que no quieren salir, aunque podrían si lo pidieran. Sólo que nunca lo piden

Hay muchas formas de tener a una persona encerrada. Piénsalo. Pero la mejor no tiene nada que ver con fármacos o cerrojos: aquí casi nadie tiene adónde ir. Si no tienes eso, no te vas. Es así de simple.

Places of confinement providing free food and medical care are called prisons.

Silence, sometimes my fortress, always my prison.

If you want to destroy something in this life, be it acne, a blemish or the human soul, all you need to do is to surround it with thick walls. It will dry up inside.

And I breathe large at home. I drop my cloak, Unclasp my girdle, loose the band that ties My hair...now could I but unloose my soul! We are sepulchred alive in this close world, And want more room.

Just the sort of stuff that doesn't seem important to deal with right now when you're busy, until you can't get to your skin because you're seal inside an isolation film and it's the only thing you can think about.

Vincent, whom Kusanagi-Jones had managed to avoid for the duration of the voyage by first taking to cryo-damn the nightmares-and then restricting himself to the cramped comforts of his quarters…whom he could avoid no longer.

She pressed to the wall between that window and the door and held her breath, praying like the spider that no eye would fall on her, as Lady Ariane Conn and her knights brought the naked prisoner from Engline.

A silent observer in the early morning could mean many things, for a prisoner, and none likely to her benefit.

Life and the memory of it cramped,dim, on a piece of Bristol board.

The darkest prisons were those of the mind.

I could run, but he would find me. He would take me back to 623 Daisy Lane and make everyone who lives there pay. He would make everyone there pay even if he didn't find me. I belong to him. I'm his little girl. All I have to do is be good.

Ray makes me shower once a week and I hate coming out of the bathroom. I hate knowing he's waiting for me, that he will rub his hands and himself all over me and whisper things. His hands used to make me cry, but now I'm used to them. The thing is, you can get used to anything. You think you can't, you want to die, but you don't. You won't. You just are.