Quotes About Confinement

No more from you, Walker. It's bad enough that I'm in here. Will

A man escaped from his cell is not free who still drags his chain.)

Life seemed to him to be a narrow cage, and her iron bars were many and dense, and there was only one way out.

Ik voel me zo vrij alsof ik niet ben opgesloten, maar zojuist ben bevrijd uit de gevangenis van mij leven.

The only people who object to escapism are jailers.

Many of the greatest composers and musicians do their best work in extreme confinement but we are seeing it in other fields - uses of technology to link people together in networks to solve problems and almost certainly we'll get better ideas than we would from them just doing it on their own.

There used to be places called prisons before the Epiphany, where the demerited were restrained against their will. It sounds hideously barbaric Prisons are still with us; only the walls are constructed of fear, taboo and the unknown.

It was the darkness that got you. It was heavy darkness, greasy and compelling. It made walls round you, and shut you in so that you felt like you could not breathe.

I stopped going out; I stopped wanting to go out. That happens very easily. It's as if you had always done that - lived in a few rooms and gone from one to the other.

Annem elimin kitaba deÄŸmesini istemiyordu.Kitaplar?n içine bal?klama dalaca??m akl?na bile gelmedi-saklanmak için kendimi onlara hapsedeceÄŸim de.

Dark could feel the familiar pain behind his eyes. His eyes were bars, and behind them was a fierce, unfed animal. When people looked at him they had the feeling of being shut out. He did not shut them out. He shut himself in.

Walls protect and walls limit.

Rien ne rétrécit plus l'esprit, rien n'engendre plus de riens, de rapports, de paquets, de tracasseries, de mensonges, que d'être éternellement renfermés vis-à-vis les uns des autres dans une chambre, réduits pour tout ouvrage à la nécessité de babiller continuellement.

Civilised man is born and dies a slave. The infant is bound up in swaddling clothes, the corpse is nailed down in his coffin. All his life long man is imprisoned by our institutions.

El encierro tiene un olor desagradable. Al hedor de los malos pensamientos macerándose, a los efluvios de las ideas malintencionadas que rondan por todas partes y al relente rancio de las viejas añoranzas.

Society demands that he limit himself to his function… There are indeed many precautions to imprison a man in what he is as if we lived in perpetual fear that he might escape from it, that he might break away and suddenly elude his condition.

they dam up the future. As long as you stay between these walls, whatever happens must happen to the right or the left of the stove...Thus these objects serve at least to fix the limits of probability.

In the distance. Above my head; above my head; and 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.

I have never before had such a strong feeling that I was devoid of secret dimensions, confined within the limits of my body, from which airy thoughts float up like bubbles. I build memories with my present self. I am cast out, forsaken in the present: I vainly try to rejoin the past: I cannot escape.

We live and work in boxes. People don't even notice that.

I don't put big concepts on my work, and it's all often about keeping actors in a room together and not letting them leave.

Walls work both ways. They keep people out...but they keep people in, too.

Anytime I feel squeezed into a box, I just lash out. My gut reaction is to strike. It's a different character onstage: there's a whole dark sexuality that's completely different from me. You know, I don't let anybody know who I really am.

The 21st century is oppressed by a crushing sense of finitude and exhaustion.