Quotes About Confinement

I have no choices left to me at all. I shall marry my cousin, sire children, and do all that is expected of me.

On a planet that increasingly resembles one huge Maximum Security prison, the only intelligent choice is to plan a jail break.

If I were to say what I really think I would be arrested or shut away in a lunatic asylum. Come on, I am sure that it would be the same for everyone.

Shutting people away, cooped up in cramped accommodation, is a recipe for frustration and despair. It is impossible for families in one-bedroom flats to get space from each other. No garden, no balcony, no patio means little activity for children.

It's not that gray water's boring, but the subject does have its limits.

no longer looked for the exit. They just kept circling the tight perimeters of the glass, going in their familiar patterns. Their reality had shrunk to that jar. It had become their entire world. It had become safe. Life beyond it had ceased to exist. I'm in the jar, I thought.

Once again we were in captivity.

Thirty-nine years in the fish tank had caught up with me.

How, though, could anyone be born while quarantined in this house?

Being in North Korea was profoundly depressing. There was no other way of putting it. The sealed border was not just at the 38th parallel, but everywhere, in each person's heart, blocking the past and choking off the future. As much as I loved those boys, or because of it, I was becoming convinced that the wall between us was impossible to break down, and not only that, it was permanent.

When you surround an army, leave an outlet free.

Put them in a spot where they have no place to go, and they will die before fleeing.

No creature should ever be trapped against its will," she used to say. "It will ruin itself, just trying to escape.

Nothing could be more fearful than losing one's freedom. To be confined. Never to see a golden cloudburst or rivers of sunlight on dark flowers. never to walk your own cultivated furrows. And the memory dangled over his heart like the sword of Damocles.

As has already been stated: some people's brains border their anal regions. Thus, their senses are dulled, and the psychopathological pestilence is such that the intrepid scholar-explorer inevitably butts up against a dead end.

Routines are unyielding. They take hold like lice.

Los tres pilares de una perfecta obra de ingeniería dedicada a un único fin: esquivar la insoslayable verdad de la carne. Que es una prisión que se desmorona.

Tenía tantas posibilidades de elegir como un buzo dentro de una jaula en la olla de las Aleutianas. Las utilizó.

We were alone. Where, I could not say, hardly imagine. All was black, and such a dense black that, after some minutes, my eyes had not been able to discern even the faintest glimmer.

Dora erhebt sich vom Küchentisch und lässt eine Fliege ins Freie, die schon seit geraumer Zeit an der Schreibe brummt. Taumelnd schwebt das Insekt durchs Fenster, irgendwie unbeholfen, als wäre die Idee von Freiheit nur schön, solange man eine Fensterscheibe hat, die einen aufhält.

They're caught where there's no way out or where you can't see out. What are you going to do about it? I don't have the answer. If I did there would be no insane asylums.

The world is a penal institution.

For an adult, the world is constantly trying to clamp down on itself. Routine, responsibility, decay of institutions, corruption: this is all the world closing in.

That always seemed like the whole thing; they'll let you have stories, but you can't ever think in a certain way. There are no spaces between the words, it's one of the charms of the place. Certain things don't have to be thought about carefully because you're always being pushed from behind. It's like a tunnel where there's no sky.