I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go. Suicide? Jesus Christ, just more work. I felt like sleeping for five years but they wouldn’t let me.
The most painful thing in life is to wake up from a dream and find no way out. Dreamers are fortunate people. If no way out can be seen, the important thing is not to awaken the sleepers.
From what I've been told, the scariest part of being part of a domestic abuse relationship is the idea that you cannot escape and you cannot get help, that feeling of being stuck.
Life is a vexatious trap; when a thinking man reaches maturity and attains to full consciousness he cannot help feeling that he is in a trap from which there is no escape.
I've always felt like an alien trapped in a human form. We all do at some time or other; for me it's a permanent state, and I'm still unsure if Earth is a penance or a reward.
I'm tired of being hunted all over. I can't go anywhere without criticism.
I feel like I could be likened to an old hound circling on a rug for the last five years.
You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.
I regret my lack of options. I regret being painted into a corner and having that be the only instrument to get me from point A to point B.
I felt stuck in the bottom of a wishing well. I was desperate to shout what I wanted, but I didn’t know what that was. I knew only what it wasn’t. The Hundred Secret Senses by Amy Tan
City's just a jungle; more games to play Trapped in the heart of it, tryin' to get away I was raised in the country, I been workin' in the town I been in trouble ever since I set my suitcase down
I wanted to get out of our thimble of a town, where every stone had eyes.
I'm telling you, I wanted to. But I was trapped. You of all people should know what it's like being caught between groups
There's not even room enough to be anywhere/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.../I was born here and I'll die here against my will/I know it looks like I'm moving, but I'm standing still.
I am in my own mind. I am locked in the wrong house.
I'm in a glass case of emotion
But you're so helpless sometimes. It's like watching a kitten with its head trapped in a Kleenex box.
When I have a girlfriend, I feel caged in, I don't know why.
When you can't climb your way out of such a hole, you tend to crouch down and call it home.
You're in a terrible spot. It's too late for you to retreat but too soon to act. All you can do is witness. You're in the miserable position of an infant who cannot return to the mother's womb, but neither can he run around and act. All an infant can do is witness and listen to the stupendous tales of action being told to him. You are at that precise point now. You cannot go back to the womb of your old world, but you cannot act with power either. For you there is only witnessing acts of power and listening to tales of power.
All right, then, I thought: here I am in the bottom of a well.
I am getting nowhere with you and I can't let you go and I cant get through.
If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.
There was something in me, even leaving fifth grade, that hit me and said, "I have to get out of here. I don't know where, and I don't know what else I can do but I'm really not going to end up like any of these people."
I have no idea what I am talking about I'm trapped in this body and can't get out
