Quotes About Confinement

And that was it: infinite loop; no alt-tab out. You could force close, shut down the computer, start all over and run it again, and the game would still lock up and freeze at the same place. Where's Popper? No cheat code. Game over. There was no way past that moment.

Magistrates often condemn criminals to be kept in prison or in chains. They ought not to do this, for such punishments are forbidden: prisons are for restraining people, not for punishing them (Justinian's Digest 48.19.8.9).

I tend not to trust people who live in very tidy houses. I know that on the surface there is nothing wrong with a person being well-ordered and disciplined. Nothing, except that it leaves the impression of that person having lived in the confines of a stark institution which, although he or she has long since left, remains within.

The other inmates stand in a long straight line, flanked by guards, and I am dragged past them. I do not respect them, because they will not run - will not try to escape.

We could live, but they won't let us."]

Missy shoved the thoughts and feelings down into their prison of the glass jar. Only once the lid was sealed tight did she release her breath.

dead fish protected by cans cans protected by windows windows protected by cops cops protected by fear so many barricades for six pitiful sardines

Bound, elbow to elbow, darkness and night entered the dwelling.

Only this reality is real now, only this place is real, sitting in the lonely cell of your will...

What place would that be, a whole world without roads? It was a panicking thought. A world without roads! He would go nowhere in such a place. He would be trapped where he was, he would have lived out his life only where he was born.

What numbers us imprisons us.

Identity is not negotiable. An identity you have achieved by agreement is always a prison.

A golden cage is still a cage.

The great chain of fear.

Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.

Thus like a Captive in an Isle confin'd, Man walks at large, a Pris'ner of the Mind

Everything free and decent in life is being locked away in filthy little cellars by beastly people who don't care.

It's like living in the Arabian Nights. Being the favourite in the harem. But the one perfume you really want is freedom.

Nadie, desde fuera de ella, puede imaginar lo que es la vida en una prisión. Uno piensa que, bueno, al menos tendrá horas para leer y pensar, y que el tiempo no pasará tan mal. Pero pasa terriblemente mal. Con una exasperante lentitud.

Jamás he sentido, tanto como aquí, en este calabozo, el misterio del futuro. ¿Que ocurrirá...? ¿Qué ocurrirá?

These question-boundaries ...are ours, not of reality. We are led to them, caged by them not only culturally and intellectually, but quite physically, by the restlessness of our eyes and their limited field and acuity of vision.

FALDER. [Almost eagerly] Yes, sir, but you don't understand what prison is. It's here it gets you. He grips his chest.

The Bardtown Federal Detention Facility was in a secluded valley three miles off Interstate 99 and twenty miles south of Altoona. If there was a town nearby, it wasn't visible.

After the first week, Pete convinced Nix to appoint him a jail trusty, which meant his cell was not locked during the day and he could roam as he pleased as long as he did not leave the building