How did I escape? With difficulty.
How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.
Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
One of the first signs of the beginning of
understanding is the wish to die. This life
appears unbearable, another unattainable.
One is no longer ashamed of wanting to die;
one asks to be moved from the old cell, which
one hates, to a new one, which one will only
in time come to hate. In this there is also a
residue of belief that during the move the
master will chance along the corridor, look at
the prisoner and say: This man is not to be
locked up again. He is to come with me."
Franz Kafka, Blue Octavo Notebooks
The thing that irks me the most is this
shattered prison, after all. I'm tired of being enclosed here. I'm wearying to escape into that
glorious world, and to be always there: not
seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning
for it through the walls of an aching heart:
but really with it, and in it.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
The world is a prison in which solitary
confinement is preferable.
Karl Kraus
Stone walls do not a prison make,
Nor iron bars a cage;
Minds innocent and quiet take
That for an hermitage;
If I have freedom in my love
And in my soul am free,
Angels alone, that soar above,
Enjoy such liberty.
Richard Lovelace, To Althea, From Prison
You are in prison. If you wish to get out
of prison, the first thing you must do is
realize that you are in prison. If you think you
are free, you can't escape.
G.I. Gurdjieff
I had no real communication with anyone
at that time, so I was totally dependent on God.
And he never failed me.
Diet Eman, Things We Couldn't Say
The dogs brought it back to, you know,
to the human side.
Luis Carlos Montálvan, Until Tuesday:
A Wounded Warrior and the Golden Retriever
Who Saved Him
To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn't a metaphor.
It was the greatest failing on everything
she was, a prison she had built for herself
out of an inability to appear anything less
than perfect. And so she ghosted on, in
relentless pursuit of escape, not from society,
but from herself. She would always be confined
by what everyone expected of her because
she was too afraid and too unwilling
to correct our imperfect imaginings.
Robyn Schneider, The Beginning of Everything
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