Quotes About Confinement

What the Devil, I say again!" exclaimed the gaoler,

eighteen years a secret and unaccused prisoner in the Bastille;

The bars were wide enough apart to admit of his thrusting his arm through to the elbow; and so he held on negligently, for his greater ease.

The large rooms are too cramped and close. She cannot endure their restraint, and will walk alone in a neighbouring garden.

Those who do not think outside the box are easily contained.

A poet is inmate, and warden, to his own mind.

Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul...

Quando avisto essa cambada, encolho-me, colo-me às paredes como um rato assustado. Como um rato, exatamente.

It proved a wet, ungenial summer," the future Mary Shelley wrote, "and incessant rain often confined us for days to the house." To entertain themselves, they wrote ghost stories. Mary Shelley's would become Frankenstein.

The truth is whatever you can't escape.

culpa por ser una burguesa enclaustrada en una realidad más falsa que el decorado de una telenovela...

One cannot break one's chains when there are no chains to be seen. One's imprisonment is therefore organized as a perfectly ordinary, not over-comfortable form of daily life. Everything looks as if it were made of solid, lasting stuff. But on the contrary it is a life in which one is falling towards an abyss. It isn't visible. But if one closes one's eyes, one can hear its rush and roar.

This incessant creation of restrictive laws and regulations,surrounding the pettiest actions of existence with the most complicated formalities, inevitably has for its result the confining within narrower and narrower limits of the sphere in which the citizen may move freely.

Even if I were to succeed in forcing my way into that locked 'room', would that not just mean I would once again fall prey to the ghosts that have been locked away in it?

Szerintem ti semmit sem tudtok magatokról, minthogy sose voltatok évekig magánzárkába zárva.

El país recuerda demasiado y recuerda mal. En muchos sentidos, es prisionero de su pasado.

If my Spreadeagles Wasn't so Tight I'd Loosen my Cursits on that Bunch of Maggiestraps...

The walls are everywhere. Limits. You're not smart enough, not rich enough. You get tired. You die. Some people like to pretend they've broken out. That they're running free. But there's no escape. You have to find a way to live within the walls. And then, they don't matter.

Only thing I ever thought I'd see is a picture with me in a uniform with stripes on it and a number under my mug shot.

I feel like 'Birds in the Trap' seem united; it's just metaphor for ones in their box that are stuck and can't get their creative idea out.

I spent 11 years in isolation units, solitary confinement... in the hardest places for women.

Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe.

Attempts to tame the wayward and domesticate the riotous, to make the unknowable predictable and enchain the free-roaming - all such things sound the death knell to love.

I felt like a prisoner. In Qatar, you need a sponsor to get a work permit and you cannot leave the country unless you have an exit permit from your sponsor.