Quotes About Confinement

The enclosed space trapped her anxiety, amplifying her fear.

Would their relocation be a lifelong prison sentence?

The idea of losing control is one that fascinates controlled people such as ourselves more than anything.

basketball courts ringed with barbed-wire fence.

unbearable claustrophobia of the soul

consumed by a more general sense of dread, of imprisonment within the dreary round of school and home: circumstances

He was not his own master when he left Russia,' Sybilla said. 'Nor was he his own master when you brought him to France. He is like a river forced into glass and driven from stem to stem of a conjurer's maze without ever reaching the sea.

Trapped like a trap in a trap

My capacity for happiness, he added, you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first

My capacity for happiness,' he added, 'you could fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first.

Benim mutluluk kapasitemi bir kibrit kutusuna s??d?rabilirsin. Hem de içindeki kibritleri bile ç?karmadan.

This was the very limit beyond which none of them had ever speculated, or even known that there was any speculation to be done.

He giggled and sniggered. He would have laughed out loud but he didn't have the room.

Benim mutluluk kapasitemi, diye ekledi, bir kibrit kutusuna s??d?rabilirsin, hem de içindeki kibritleri bile ç?karmadan.

You don't believe magic is possible in lives lived within traditional boundaries.

It's called 'designer prisoner-of-conscience labour.

The body—the cage—is everything of the most respectable—but through the bars, the wild animal looks out.

I loved her- I always loved her- no matter what she was-I wanted her safe- not shut up- a prisoner for life, eating her heart out. And we did keep her safe- for many years" Phillip Stark

And catch a fox And put him in a box And never let him go.

Vera cried: 'Don´t you see? We´re the Zoo...Last night, we were hardly human any more. We´re the Zoo...

You drew a bird that was here, a kind of sweet chanticleer. But with a terrible fear that the cage couldn't tame

We are Prisoners of this Body. We are Prisoners of this Mind. Who are we? On Realization, the Truth we will find!

She was made for her lord. Nobody is asking her if she wants him. It is bitter twisting to be shut up with a person you are not liking very much. I think she is often longing for the time when she was flowers on the mountain, and it is making her cruel, as the rose is growing thorns.

None of you understand. I'm not locked up in here with YOU. You're locked up in here with ME.