Quotes About Confinement

Some minds corrode, and grow inactive, under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginative in the loneliness of confinement.

Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the poet to become tender and imaginitive in the loneliness of confinement. He banquets upon the honey of his own thoughts, and, like the captive bird, pours forth his soul in melody.

She felt like a tiger in a cage, trying to burst free.

Life will not approve of my escape.

My wings got bigger than the cage.

I think of animals in cages, pressed close against each other.

So the story of man runs in a dreary circle, because he is not yet master of the earth that holds him.

C'est exaltant, comme d'ouvrir une cage, et c'est déprimant, comme de tirer sur le fil d'un vieux chandail.

La prigione è il presente. Il presente è ciò da cui cercavano di fuggire quelli che sono in prigione.

You're captives of a civilizational system that more or less compels you to go on destroying the world in order to live. … You are captives—and you have made a captive of the world itself. That's what's at stake, isn't it?—your captivity and the captivity of the world.

El encierro de la verdad es cómplice de la mentira.

No man can take your freedom from you. They can limit your mobility, but that's about all they can do

Meat-type ducks that are raised in confinement and fed an appropriate diet are capable of converting 2.6 to 2.8 pounds of concentrated feed into 1 pound of bird.

Everybody's a bird, locked up in a pretty cage. Sometimes you fly to a slightly bigger one, but you never quite have the courage to abandon captivity completely.

Siamo tutti uccellini, ciascuno nella sua deliziosa gabbietta. A volte voliamo fino a un'altra gabbia un po' più grande ma non abbiamo mai il coraggio di abbandonare completamente la nostra prigionia".

For a moment he considered making a break for it – but in the end it is physically impossible for something the size and shape of a human to go up a spiral staircase over a certain speed. Besides, he had no idea what might be at the top – and he could instantly think of seven thousand, four hundred and thirty-two things that might be simply and instantly lethal.

If he was going to be in solitary confinement, he might as well play a little solitaire.

We take our shape, it is true, within and against that cage of reality bequeathed us at our birth; and yet is precisely through our dependence on this reality that we are most endlessly betrayed.

were no windows. A large round handle resembling a

Several of the dusty Griever pods were opening, their top halves lifting upward on hinges like the lids of coffins.

basement to the coalbin exit

His eyes measured the little chamber. How two people could survive in so small a space was as difficult to grasp as the conventions in contract bridge. Perhaps there was some simple key that would solve the problem, and he would have the subject of another book.

it's well known that captivity makes queers of us all—

Propertied persons typically have large estates and freedom of movement through the society. At the same time, the property of the rich has the effect of crowding and confining the less propertied. The very poor are typically restricted to narrow geographical limits and are regarded as aliens outside them.