imprisoned

Saturated Arrogance...imprisoned musescried to be freeshe took away their quillsand saiddo not bother me...

The truth is, Everyone was taken before, What hurts is that, sometimes they are imprisoned with their past.

I can confidently state that the greatest rescues in my life have occurred when I__e been saved from myself.

Lucy seemed to be imprisoned by a legion of people in her life who always wanted what was right for her. And as a result, in the eyes of everyone, she had everything... and yet she always, always felt she had nothing. No one.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. "Sorry. I-I didn't mean to. I just- I've been lying here for hours, thinking about blood.

Self redemption is the first step to exoneration from guilt.

She didn't realize she was in a prison until she collided with the bars.

A prisoner should know that there are thousands of imprisoned freemen living in this world_jailed in their own society, handcuffed by duties..

I am thankful that I can be thankful, for if thankfulness did not exist my heart would be irretrievably imprisoned by the crazed twins of acquisition and possession, and my soul would exist as a forever slave to greed.

Suddenly finding myself imprisoned in the ruins of the fortresses I created, I realize that that which I built to protect me has now become a labyrinth that is set to destroy me. And laying spent in the rubble, I finally realize that there is only one fortress and I cannot create it because there is only one God.

It is not the chains of some tyrant that robs us of freedom. Rather, it is the staleness of our attitude.

Dreams are ideas where the collar has been removed and the leash has been thrown away.

Imprisoned peace sets the war free

Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bombs. Let the silence rise from empty bellies and surge from broken hearts. The silence of the hidden and forgotten. The silence of the abused and tortured. The silence of the persecuted and imprisoned. The silence of the hanged and massacred. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so the hungry may eat my words and the poor may wear my words. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so I may resurrect the dead and give voice to the oppressed. My silence speaks.

To look beyond our horizons is to acknowledge that we__e hemmed ourselves in by creating them in the first place.

Aryami Bose's home had been closed up for years, inhabited only by books and paintings, but the spectre of thousands of memories imprisoned between its walls still permeated the house.

Without dignity, identity is erased. In its absence, men are defined not by themselves, but by their captors and the circumstances in which they are forced to live.

Some may remain imprisoned in a gridlock of lies or keep on blurring the lines between facts and fables, expecting us to buy the debilitating and fake narrative of their life, until they eventually end up on the chopping block of the inexorable truth. Be that as it may, one can __ool people some of the time, but not all of the time_. (__ribe payers' index »)