Quotes About Confinement

The zoos are full and the prisons overflowing. My, my. How the world so dearly loves a cage." She

Padlocked we are in the limits of our minds.

The reason Victorian society was so restricted and repressed was that it was impossible to move without knocking something over.

In the north, we remember, our grief had reasons: confinement and cold, the pipes frozen, new snow so deep you wake, look out, and sink back into the week-long loneliness.

Walls Without reflection, without mercy, without shame, they built strong walls and high, and compassed me about. And now I sit here and consider and despair. My brain is worn with meditating on my fate: I had outside so many things to terminate. Oh! why when they were building did I not beware! But never a sound of building, never an echo came. Out of the world, insensibly, they shut me out.

One was always met by a gust of greyness and narrow circumstances.

I had that trapped feeling, like some sort of a poor insect that you've put inside a downturned glass, and it tries to climb up the sides, and it can't, and it can't, and it can't.

Human beings shouldn't have to enter such doors, shouldn't have to stay behind them. No moon ever entered there, no stars, no anything at all. They were worse than the grave, for in the grave is an absence of consciousness. And God, she reflected, ordered the grave for all of us; but God didn't order such burrows in a third-class New York City Hotel.

Only to those who have been in prison does freedom have such a great meaning.

I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

Unstrained, I sit and gaze, glare, survey, stare through barred windows encased in embroidered steel. Pearly frosted dust obstructs the channels of light, leaving only small pillars of fire, arranged in disordered fragments. The antiquated sallow walls are stained with crimson braids that wreathe and scuttle about the rimes and rifts.

You love me so much, you want to put me in your pocket. And I should die there smothered.

I'll not wheesht! Those children get no fun at all, they're shut up in the attics from one year's end to another — it's a wonder to me if their mother knows them by sight. I wouldn't be them for a good deal." Janet rose as she spoke and flounced out of the room, adding as a parting shot, "The dog has a better life; he's allowed to lie on the hearth-rug anyway.

here it was again, clamping down upon his spirit, drying up his mouth, fluttering like an imprisoned bird in his bosom.

He's in cotton-wool, pampered and cosseted, surrounded with hot-house flowers and picture papers. He's a prisoner in a gilded cage. I wonder how long it will be

In the States, time with friends can feel a bit like those PETA videos of chickens on factory farms: slotted and squeezed into tight compartments.

Anna had always lived like a convict, even as a child, perpetually preparing for her next breakout.

There is a subtle difference between being a prisoner and being a slave. I don't mistake either for being free.

The one thing life has taught me is that most people spend their lives bottled up inside their houses doing the things they hate.

Spider was circumscribed by spider ideas; its universe was spider universe. All outside was irrational, extraneous, at best raw material for spider. As I proceeded on my way along the gully, like a vast impossible shadow, I realized that in the world of spider I did not exist.

but she saw now that to be free would mean fully exposing herself, stripping naked in a way that would trap her

But this was just making her feel claustrophobic. They couldn't carry on like this; she was going to have to do something about it.

When it comes to the meaning of space and time the difficulty we have is not surprising, for we are ourselves imprisoned within them, and it is hard to free our minds from their confines and 'see' reality from the outside.

I glanced up at Thomas. We've still got Hook, right? He's being held prisoner on a ceramic-lined cookie sheet in the oven, Thomas said. I figured he couldn't jigger his way out of a bunch of steel, and it would give him something to think about before we start asking questions. That's an awful thing to do to one of the Little Folk, man, I said. I'm planning to start making a pie in front of him. Nice. Thank you.