Quotes About Confinement

I am not free. I never was, but now I know it; and that makes it different.

There he dwelt, a prisoner acting like a king.

When we are born we are all wonderful. But, gradually, masks and streets are erected around us, walls and lies fence us in, make us prisoners, trap us inside our skulls, turn hearts to stone, until the magic—once bright and sparkling—turns black and blistered in our minds.

That box from which you cannot force your way out. That box in which a twelve-year-old was twelve years old forever.

What looks like the cage's exit is actually the bars of the cage.

Maybe this is what alone really is—finding out how tiny your world is, and not knowing how to get anywhere else. I

Appropriate. The word is a well-dressed cage, used to capture the truth and hang it in a room that no one ventures into.

Our apartment didn't have any good doors to slam. If you wanted to slam a door, you would either end up in the hallway or trapped in the bathroom. Those were the only options.

Being locked up is one thing, but to have no concept of confinement, to be ignorant of its terms and never understand that struggle is useless - that's what hell must be like.

The landscape is best described as 'pedestrian hostile.' It's pointless to try to take a walk, so I generally just stay in the room and think about shooting myself in the head.

They have me singing in a reformatory. My singing would be enough to get me in, but I'd never be able to sing my way out.

And as she locked the door behind her, a deeply hidden part of her wondered uneasily if she was locking the wolf into its cage . . . or herself safely outside it.

If you went to a home, kicked down the front door, chased the people who lived there out into the street and said, "Go! You are free! Free as a bird! Go! Go!"—do you think they would shout and dance for joy? They wouldn't. Birds are not free. The people you've

People tend to suppress that which they cannot express.

She had learned how to talk some and leave some. She was a rut in the road. Plenty of life beneath the surface but it was kept beaten down by the wheels. Sometimes she stuck out into the future, imagining her life different from what it was. But mostly she lived between her hat and her heels, with her emotional disturbances like shade patterns in the woods--come and gone with the sun. She got nothing from Jody except what money could buy, and she was giving away what she didn't value.

I wanted 'Alien' to be all about claustrophobia.

If my parents ever had to ground me, they didn't really know what that would mean, because I was inside most of the time anyway.

A hotel is like a prison, he thought. The rooms are cells holding secrets and passions. Then something happens, the smallest thing, and the doors fly open. The explosion goes off. Panic. And fragments of truth.

A demoness is helpless when held by her hair.

Love, sought as an escape from the burden of the self, turns rapidly into a captivity.

What happens to sanity when you chain it to a wall?

The judge pronounced the sentence, and those words kept echoing in my head: Thirty-five years to life. His gavel came down and the court officers led me back to the holding cell.

Zoos are full, prisons are overflowing. Ah, my. How the world still dearly loves a cage.

How the world so dearly loves a cage.