Quotes About Confinement

The demon trapped in the summoning circle screamed, slamming its crablike pincers against the unseen barrier, hurling its chitinous shoulders from side to side in an effort to escape the confinement. It couldn't. I kept my will on the circle, kept the demon from bursting free. Satisfied, Chauncy? I asked it. The demon straightened its hideous form and said, in a perfect Oxford accent, Quite. You understand, I must observe the formalities.

That's the thing about living behind all that security: If it can keep threats out, it can just as easily keep you in.

They're nice cages," I responded. "No space around them. Nothing alive. Places like this turn a man into a gerbil. He comes home and scurries inside. Then he stays there until he's forced to go back out to the job he has to work so that he can make the mortgage payments on this gerbil habitat.

The damnedest thing was that there wasn't much I could do about it. Not because I was chained up, held at gunpoint, and probably going to die—though I had to admit, that might make things somewhat difficult

Factory farming is the practice whereby hogs and chickens live out their lives in such close confinement that sows cannot even turn around to see their piglets, which must suckle under a steel barrier, and a hen can't even stand up and flap her wings after her egg rolls away down a conveyor belt.

I had heard of offices feeling like prisons, but in this case our prison felt, rather anticlimactically, like an office.

Before you can break out of prison, you must realize you are locked up.

Life is a windowless room in the Hotel Bellevue.

By now the only part of me now seating were my eyeballs.

At the gates, prickly rolls of barbed wire sagged with middle-aged disappointment.

People don't like to be pushed into a corner. When they are, they lose sight of what they are fighting about. They simply fight to get out of the corner.

People don't like to be pushed into a corner. When they are, they lose sight of what they are fighting about. They simply fight to get out of the corner. At that point, reason loses all power to affect change. It becomes as futile an effort as trying to push back the tide.

Women are not supposed to take up much room, or to go very far from home, or to stay away for long. They are not supposed to be by themselves. They are supposed to hear and obey, to come back when they are called.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

Nekdo lahko prebije vse življenje med štirimi stenami. ?e se ne zave ali ?e ne ob?uti, da je jetnik, tedaj ni jetnik. So pa, ki jim je je?a celotni naš planet. Ki vidijo naskon?no prostranstvo vesoljstva, milijone zvezd in tujih nebesnih teles, do katerih jim je za vekomaj zaprta pot. Ta zavest jih dela najve?je sužnje ?asa in prostora.

Öyle insanlar vard?r ki koskoca dünyam?z bile onlar için bir hapishaneden ba?ka bir ?ey de?ildir. Çünkü onlar, kainat?n sonsuz bo?lu?unu görmektedirler. Milyonlarca y?ld?z? ve evreni seyretmektedirler ama bunlar?n kendilerine ebediyen yasakland???n? bildikleri için, idrak ettikleri ?ey onlar? dü?ünebilecek en büyük köleler haline getirmektedir: Zaman?n ve mekan?n köleleri.

I hurried away from Brewster. When I reached my girl, the goslings rushed over to strain against the wire of the kennel, sticking their beaks out and peeping at me with their tiny voices. Mom came back in the room, carrying a box. "I could hear them all the way from the supply kitchen," she remarked. "They seem really upset that Lily is out and they're not. But I knew you would want them to stay in the kennel; they were so hard to catch the first time.

Although I cannot move, and I have to speak through a computer, in my mind, I am free.

The eyes of others our prisons; their thoughts our cages.

We can easily become as much slaves to precaution as we can to fear.

Everybody's a bird, locked up in a pretty cage. Sometimes you fly to a slightly bigger one, but you never quite have the courage to abandon captivity completely.

Could you imagine the way I felt, I couldn't unfasten her safety belt. All the way home I held a grudge, for the safety belt that wouldn't budge.

Imprisonment is as irrevocable as death.