C. S. Lewis Quotes

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

I'm like a caged animal sometimes. Let me yearn to breathe free.

I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.

It's difficult to put into words what freedom feels like. You only know what freedom feels like if you know what it feels like to not be free.

Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage.

Probably the only place where a man can feel really secure is in a maximum security prison, except for the imminent threat of release.

300 was the biggest hurdle. They tried to hold us against our will.

We're all in prison. All of us are in prison, but some of us have a key.

That there is also freedom in captivity, only a prisoner can claim. Coming from a prison guard, this statement would be blasphemy.

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.

Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!

Hee is not free that drawes his chaine.

Fetters of gold are still fetters, and the softest lining can never make them so easy as liberty.

Dayodhuam: I have heard the key Turn in the door once and turn once only We think of the key, each in his prison Thinking of the key, each confirms a prison.

Of what use were wings to a man fast bound in chains of iron?

During the period of house arrest, I had an electronic manacle around my leg for 24 hours a day, and for someone who has tried to give others liberty all their adult life, that is absolutely intolerable.

They weren't crazy. They were tired of being locked up. Even I could see that.

You can keep a person locked up too long.

I was seized on the 8th of June, 1824, in consequence of the war with Bengal and, in company with Dr. Price, three Englishmen, one American, and one Greek, was thrown into the death prison at Ava, where we lay eleven months - nine months in three pairs and two months in five pairs of fetters.

I don't want to live like a prisoner.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

Little islands are all large prisons: one cannot look at the sea without wishing for the wings of a swallow.

I escaped one time. In 1971 I was in the free world for six weeks.

In jail I was just like everybody else, I was sitting there praying, feeling caged.

On some days in prison you might just need to get out of there, but on some days - not all days, but some - you might be able to see the sky and see the blue in it.