Quotes About Confinement

The feeling that she was going to explode, that she was too big for her own skin.

A person without discipline is in a prison without bars.

Even a prison the size of a universe is still a prison. And it is every prisoner's duty to escape.

She now knew her death was inevitable, and with that acceptance came liberation. The courage of the condemned.

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

You know, darkness is a funny thing. Little by little, it creeps up on you and before you know it, you can't escape it

Waking up in a room with no natural light does something to a man. no windows. I'm almost afraid to die. I fear my soul won't make it out.

There is one kind of prison where the man is behind bars, and everything that he desires is outside; and there is another kind where the things are behind the bars, and the man is outside.

Shame is the turnkey that keeps our evil desires in jail.

Prison for the crime of puberty -- that was how secondary school had seemed.

Fear is one of the worst, and most limiting, emotions in life.

You can keep a person locked up too long.

When you get locked up, you get locked out.

I don't guess anybody likes the idea of being locked up.

Consider bonsai There but for constricting bowl Would be a giant.

It's easy to be disciplined when you have no freedoms.

Suddenly I had an epiphany: this system of larceny, corruption, and terror that I encountered firsthand in the confinement center is exactly the same system that has been adopted and perfected by modern progressivism and the Democratic Party. This

In the German camps and on the Democrat-run plantations, forced labor was employed with "human tools" solely with regard to productivity and with little if any regard for the lives of the workers who were, in both cases, considered inferior and even subhuman. The analogy between two of the worst compulsory confinement and forced labor systems in human history is not merely legitimate; it is overdue.

so don't tell me how love will rescue me, I was carnivorous about love, I ate love to the ankles, my thighs are gnawed with love still and yet I cannot have loved, since living was all I could do and for that, I was caged in bone spur endlessly

I wasn't merely remembering, it seemed to be trapped inside my eyelids.

What is this insurmountable barrier round him? What's it made of? Where did it come from?

It is only me, the body in the shower, one person enclosed in plastic watching a drop of water skate down the wet curtain. The moment is there to be forgotten. This seems the ultimate point. It is a moment never to be thought of except when it is in the process of unfolding.

I had to wonder whether this interval had any more spread and breadth than just another sequestered moment, bordered by closed doors.

She used to say to him, If people knew what I was thinking they would put me away forever. But they would put us all away, he said. They have put us away. we are put away for our thoughts, one way or another. We have put ourselves away, he said.