Quotes About Confinement

being nothing more than a prison. As Todd slowed the car, he said, "It looks like one of those

movement to reform the practice of solitary confinement was struggling to gain momentum. Said movement had not made it to Florida.

Unit Nine is far away from the other units, with enough chain link and razor wire around it to stop Ike on the beaches of Normandy.

apparently on Huntly's orders, refused to open the gates to her.

Next came "prisoners" captured at Boulogne, who were led through the streets in chains.

Definition merely adds the locks to a world that is assumed to be closed.

Nothing moves at the Hotel New Hampshire! We're screwed down here-for life!

Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and worldview and mind.

I simply await the day that they drag me to some air-conditioned dungeon and leave me there beneath the fluorescent lights and soundproofed ceiling to pay the price for scorning all that they hold dear within their little latex hearts.

No. That was out of the question. Jail was preferable. There they only limited you physically. In a mental ward they tampered with your soul and world-view and mind.

All economists should be locked up until they admit that they don't know what they're talking about.

It's easier to surrender to confinement.

Ein goldener Käfig ist und bleibt ein Käfig.

He is too young to know himself a prisoner.

It was Daedalus who answered. A golden cage is still a cage.

kimse taraf?ndan rahats?z edilmeden oturabilece?im kö?eler, bo? koridorlar arad?m. Küçücük dünyam daha da küçülmü?, zemindeki çatlaklara, duvarlardaki sarmal kabartmalara kadar daralm??t?. Parma??m?n ucunu üzerlerinde gezdirirken çatlaklar ve kabartmalar hafif f?s?lt?larla konu?uyordu.

Je ne serais plus un oiseau en cage, trop borné pour s'envoler alors même que les portes sont ouvertes.

Une cage dorée restera toujours une cage

Mi estrecho mundo había encogido un poco más hasta reducirse a las grietas del suelo y las volutas talladas en los muros de piedra.

Las rígidas tiras de cuero se hundieron en la suave piel cuyos contornos yo había seguido con el dedo aquella misma noche. Las manos me temblaron, ávidas de deshacer las tensas correas y liberarle, pero no lo hice.

The door closed, and the room swelled around me like a bruise. When she was here, I could pretend it felt small because of her, but when she left the four wood walls seemed to press towards me, like lungs that had breathed in. The window did not help, for it was too high to see from the bed and too small to take in much air.

Una jaula de oro no deja de ser jaula.

tired of hearing that the most resistance one could muster in a Foucauldian universe was to work the trap one is inevitably in.

The dress bunched up like loose skin round her neck. It wouldn't behave, wouldn't act as if it was really hers. Wearing it was like being in a three legged race with someone you didn't like.