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To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you.

If you can’t do anything about it then let it go. Don’t be a prisoner to things you can’t change.

The best way to keep a prisoner from escaping is to make sure he never knows he’s in prison.

You are not a prisoner of your thoughts. You have the ability to control what you are thinking.

We are all here for some special reason. Stop being a prisoner of your past. Become the architect of your future.

I cured myself of shyness when it finally occurred to me that people didn’t think about me half as much as I gave them credit for. The truth was, nobody gave a damn. Like most teenagers, I was far too self-centered. When I stopped being prisoner to what I worried was others’ opinions of me, I became more confident and free.

Prison riot specialists are being recruited as expert consultants because, in the eyes of the empire (United States), the prisoners are rioting.

Prayer is helplessness casting itself on Power, infirmity leaning on Strength, misery reaching to Mercy, and a prisoner clamoring for Relief.

A prisoner lived in solitary confinement for years. He saw and spoke to no one and his meals were served through an opening in the wall. One day an ant came into his cell. The man contemplated it in fascination as it crawled around the room. He held it in the palm of his hand the better to observe it, gave it a grain or two, and kept it under his tin cup at night. One day it suddenly struck him that it had taken him ten long years of solitary confinement to open his eyes to the loveliness of an ant.

If the prisoner is beaten, it is an arrogant expression of fear.

Generally speaking, our prisoners were capable of loving animals, and if they had been allowed they would have delighted to rear large numbers of domestic animals and birds in the prison. And I wonder what other activity could better have softened and refined their harsh and brutal natures than this. But it was not allowed. Neither the regulations nor the nature of the prison made it possible.

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.

Better to die fighting for freedom then be a prisoner all the days of your life.

I cannot be an optimist but I am a prisoner of hope.

I should be judged as a captain who went from Spain to the Indies to conquer a people numerous and warlike, whose manners and religion are very different from ours, who live in sierras and mountains, without fixed settlements, and where by divine will I have placed under the sovereignty of the King and Queen our Lords, an Other World, whereby Spain, which was reckoned poor, is become the richest of countries. Columbus is coming from the Indies as a prisoner to Cadiz.

Laughter and irony are at heart reminders that we are not prisoners in this world, but voyagers through it.

So long as there are poor, – I am poor, – So long as there are prisons, – I am a prisoner, – So long as there are sick, – I am weak, – So long as there is ignorance, – I must learn the truth, – So long as there is hate, – I must love, – So long as there is hunger, – I am famished. – Such is the identification Our Divine Lord would have us make with all whom He made in love and for love.

When you think of power, you think the state has power. When you look at it in terms of revolution, in terms of the state, you think of it in terms of Russia, the Soviet Union, and how those who struggled for power actually became victims of the state, prisoners of the state, and how that led to the dissolution of the Soviet Union. We have to think of revolution much more in terms of transitions from one epoch to another. Talk about Paleolithic and Neolithic.

The general public knows practically nothing about the prison and appears to be little concerned about how it is managed and how prisoners are treated.

Well, it is all over now. The battle is lost, and many of us are prisoners, many are dead, many wounded, bleeding and dying. Your Soldier lives and mourns and but for you, my darling, he would rather, a million times rather, be back there with his dead, to sleep for all time in an unknown grave.

Prisoners at the bar, have you anything to say in your defence?

A prisoner unaware is the kind of prisoner most vulnerable to her captors, the easiest prey there is.

Don’t be a prisoner of your own style!

I was a prisoner, but I always felt free because I was not frightened So for me real freedom is freedom from fear.

There is no greater hell than to be a prisoner of fear.

I am an adamant feminist. It never occurred to me to take my husband’s name when we married. I am a supporter of abortion rights, of equal pay for equal work, of the rights of women prisoners, of all the time-honored feminist causes, and then some.

The voluntary captive The speechless the prisoner Which I hide in my very depths.

Besides writing, I have been teaching myself to ‘develop’ my own photographic plates, and I haven’t a stick of clothing or an exposed finger that isn’t stained. I sit for hours in a dark-room feeling as if I were a very elderly Faust at some dreadful incantation, and come out of it, blinding at the light, like a Bastille prisoner. And yet I am not successful!

The day of my arrest I was first put in a room where there were already several other prisoners, most of them Arabs. They laughed when they saw me. Then they asked what I was in for. I said I’d killed an Arab and they were all silent

I have never understood the liberal assumption that if there were justice in the world, there would be fewer rather than more prisoners.

The thoughts of a prisoner – they’re not free either. They keep returning to the same things.

Mud can make you prisoner and the plains can make you dry. Snow can burn your eyes but only people make you cry.

One prisoner of conscience is one too many.

While people argue with one another about the specifics of Freud’s work and blame him for the prejudices of his time, they overlook the fundamental truth of his writing, his grand humility: that we frequently do not know our own motivations in life and are prisoners to what we cannot understand. We can recognize only a small fragment of our own, and an even smaller fragment of anyone else’s, impetus.

We must admit that today conformity is on the Left. To be sure, the Right is not brilliant. But the Left is in complete decadence, a prisoner of words, caught in its own vocabulary, capable merely of stereotyped replies, constantly at a loss when faced with truth, from which it nevertheless claimed to derive its laws. The Left is schizophrenic and needs doctoring through pitiless self-criticism, exercise of the heart, close reasoning, and a little modesty.