Quotes About Confinement

This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

Rarely does the truth set us free. Usually it chains us to the earth like a ghost.

Your worst dungeon might be the room with the most windows.

Truth shrilled in prison or cemetary.

Take it from me, a secret is a heavy kind of chain.

We're just animals in a cage. They're just feeding us to keep us alive.

Instead he had become immured, by fear and its majordomo, habit...

Such men feel imprisoned by invisible chains—walled in, sewn up in layers of batting. For them, the final feat of autoliberation was all too foreseeable.

Everybody's got a cage that keeps out the sharks. Those who open the door and venture out do so at their own risk.

Walls within walls, Bosch thought. He wondered what the owners did with all of their space besides fearfully guard it.

You don't like what you see out your window, you put up a wall.

They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners.

They can only live here in Jurassic Park. They are not free at all. They are essentially our prisoners.

Like our padded cell? He poked the insulated walls. It's like living in a vagina.

Do you see the world as a prison or a playground?

All it takes is a single person coming into or going out of the jail or prison with COVID-19, and the entire jail will likely be infected. Most jails have people living in very close quarters.

No love is foule, nor prison fair.

Most human beings live like a bird in a cage whose door was blown away. Out of habit, too busy gold-plating the cage, they do not soar to the ultimate possibility.

She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release.

I love writing from enclosed spaces: you really learn about your characters when they have tight walls to push against.

In this country, don't forget, a habit is no damn private hell. There's no solitary confinement outside of jail. A habit is hell for those you love. And in this country it's the worst kind of hell for those who love you.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

I don't want to go to Italy no more, I don't want to go nowhere no more. You end up crashing in a private airplane, in the mountains of Tennessee... or Sicily...

Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.