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We're wedged tight into the accident of our moment in history.
no net ensnares me
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
Therefore, look only for this fishhook, and you will be happily caught. The more you are caught, the more you will be liberated.
We are all prisoners at one time or another in our lives, prisoners to ourselves or to the expectations of those around us. It is a burden that all people endure, that all people despise, and that few people ever learn to escape.
It took me a while to get myself untied. Every time I meet you , I seem to end up hog-tied and unconscious
A man is in bondage to whatever he cannot part with that is less than
himself.
No chains around my feet, But I'm not free..
If you think you are free, there is no escape possible.
I am a prisoner of love.
A man is never undone till he be hang'd.
I am forever being captured these days. It isn't like me at all. You must think me such a silly princess.
The world is bound in secret knots.
Trapped and tormented by your own wishes. I knew intimately how that felt; I was often strangled by the tyranny of my desires.
I'm wild again, beguiled again, a whimpering, simpering child again. Bewitched, bothered, bewildered am I.
sold into an indentured servitude
i was a prisoner of events
Men bound hand and foot in the endless chain of cause & effect cannot free each other.
There is no escape - man drags man down, or man lifts man up.
But the man is, as it were, clapped into jail by his consciousness. As soon as he has once acted or spoken with eclat, he is a committed person, watched by the sympathy or the hatred of hundreds, whose affections must now enter into his account.
By capturing; you set me free.
I've been kidnapped by a madman in tights and a cape.
I developed 'Trapped' because I was fascinated with the idea of a terrible crime in a small town cut off from the rest of the world.
I had often tried to get out of your room, having travelled all the way there. It frightened me to be caught in a trap which was becoming painful, and one from which I had no escape. (23)
Freedom comes with a price while bondage takes hold without notice
There was an anchor, tied around both of his ankles, and it was taking him deep, into black fathomless depths, drowning him slowly but surely.
I didn't tell him that he was dragging me down with him.
In spite of how things may appear to us, we are never trapped by where we are. The trap is always who we are
God has had His chance to free me, and for reasons known to Him alone, He has pinned me to ill fortune, and although I have struggled, I am run through and through with disaster; I am knifed to the hilt with fate.
There is no escape for me now, I know. Everything is over. I had my run. I was a murderer, a beautiful one, but I lived in a house of cards all my life and now it's all coming back to punish me, and there is no escape.
You've been captive for so long that you don't even realize you want freedom anymore.
I've never been free in my whole life. Inside I've always chased myself. I've become intolerable to myself. I live in a lacerating duality. I'm seemingly free, but I'm a prisoner inside of me.
Well, well, well I am trap in well, half way to hell.
You are caught in an empty house, in a box, in a place that is not happy. You are trapped inside you and wherever you go, there you are.
Every heart is a package tangled up in knots someone else tied.
The chains and the silence, which should have bound her deep within herself, which should have smothered her, strangled her, on the contrary freed her from herself.
Future shackled is when uncertainty is the enemy that must be beaten into submission.
Caught in a lip-lock that I thought might require the expertise of the mountain rescue team to break apart'.
The whole world yearns after freedom, yet each creature is in love with his chains; this is the first paradox and inextricable knot of our nature.
Your heart broke again and again, and you tried to fix the pieces with the salves of the world. But they can only dull the pain; they cannot heal. You have been chained. You've hidden your heart in the dark places. But I came to heal the brokenhearted and set the captives free.
Your words seduced me,captured and imprisoned me in a world of wonders.
Enthralled, I lie at your feet,slayed and yearning for more of your magic.
You're like a half-tamed creature, still shy of the bridle. 'Except you enthrall me, never shall be free.' But freedom is an illusion, anyway.
No man can describe to another convincingly wherein lies the magic of the woman who ensnares him.
The way out of a trap is to know the way the trap is built. Only then will it cease being a trap.
I am pinned to my seat with pity and horror and a weird, twisted affection laced with longing and traces of lust.
The rope longed-for her beloved, the ceiling hook.
The suspended body; a harbinger of good news.
Love was lost.
Love was found.
It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
Hanged Three Times
I'd worry about your chaperone. She's trapped, like a spider caught in a web."
"Spiders make webs," I said. "They don't get caught in them."
"I meant a fly," Stew growled.
"How in the world would a spider get caught in a fly?
Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares!
I shouldn't think of my situation as being held prisoner; it's more like I'm on a mission behind enemy lines.
I'm a freaking spy.
I am kept in bondage by the moles of my beloved.
Someone must have talked plenty, because on an afternoon in June 2008, Sarvannantha Pereira was detained by men who didn't say who whey were. They would call it an arrest. It felt more like an abduction.
I was a small insect faced with a formidable male network web in which I might be ensnared but never a part.
One moment unstuck other stuck!
I am now a man of despair, rejected, abandoned, shut up in this iron cage from which there is no escape.
A trap, like a good
story, needs to hint at greater things without revealing them
until the prey is snared.
You fool, You have been dangling For such a long time! When will you seize the opportunity Or feel the necessity To untangle the taut knot Of your bondage-life?
We're all captives, in one way or another . . .
A slave will amuse himself in his dungeon; a free man must file through his chains and dig through his prison-walls before he can frolic.
Wherever there is desire and ambition, you are in bondage.
For among my people are found wicked men: they lay wait, as he that setteth snares; they set a trap, they catch men.
Sin ensnares, then enslaves.
We are chained, but you just don't realise it...
'Come hither, my boy, tell me what thou seest there?' 'A fool tangled in a religious snare.'
A good trap is like a good story: hidden and leading toward
one inevitable conclusion
You are not easily rescued
Do you know what frees one from this captivity? It is every deep serious affection. Being friends, being brothers, love, these open the prison by supreme power, by some magic force. Where sympathy is renewed, life is restored.
I am the very slave of circumstance And impulse borne away with every breath! Misplaced upon the throne misplaced in life. I know not what I could have been, but feel I am not what I should be let it end.
Something irrevocable has happened. A circle has been cast on the
waters; a chain is imposed. We shall never flow freely again.
discombobulated around
I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
There is no trap so deadly as the trap you set for yourself.
Spreading its wings, her love stretched out and touching his tangled, frozen soul and from the first word, became ensnared in its icy grip where it remained, intrinsically entwined within an alternating web of dreams and nightmares. Forever lost, forever lost...
Well married, a man is winged - ill-matched, he is shackled.
you're stuck with me.
This is how you get unstuck. You reach.
Dear Mr Skully, I have caught my neck in a mangle and will be indisposed for eternity. Yours in death S.D.
suddenly caught in the lie.
Everyone is someone's captive. The trick is knowing whose.
Familiarize yourselves with the chains of bondage and you prepare your own limbs to wear them. Accustomed to trample on the rights of others, you have lost the genius of your own independence and become the fit subjects of the first cunning tyrant who rises among you.
Shit, boy. Look at me. Do they have me right now? Are you tying me up and hitting me and ... whatever? Did you trap me?"
"I ... " I shake my head.
"And do I look free?
My soul and your soul are forever tangled.
i am a kidnapper
I am lost! Someone has taken over my mind and is controlling it! Someone is in command of all my actions, movements, and thoughts. I am nothing inside, merely a spectator enslaved and terrified by everything I do.
Neither dead nor alive, the hostage is suspended by an incalculable outcome. It is not his destiny that awaits for him, nor his own death, but anonymous chance, which can only seem to him something absolutely arbitrary. He is in a state of radical emergency, of virtual extermination.
I am caught. And he? What does he feel? I am invaded, I lose everything, my mind vacillates, I am only aware of sensation.
Violence within the context of policing has a sense of control and power to it, whether it is dominance, getting what you want, or acting out of emotion. At the same time, it is not ultimately satisfying and [you are] trapped in the cycle.
The torment of imprisonment lies in not being able to escape from oneself at any time.
You're such a fugitive, but you don't know what you're running from.
You have slipped under my skin, invaded my blood, and seized my heart. You have poisoned me.
The way to get unstuck is to start down the wrong path, right now.
Man torturing man is a fiend beyond description. You turn a corner in the dark and there he is. You congeal into a bundle of inanimate fear. You become the very soul of anesthesia. But there is no escaping him. It is your turn now ...
You knew I was confused, tormented, but you enticed me - led me on ...
Discombobulated.
Be the Helper of my soul, O God, for I walk among many snares. Deliver me from them, O Good One, and save me, for Thou lovest mankind.
It is easier to become entangled with an enemy than to disentangle oneself afterwards.
You're stuck with me now; the good, bad and the ugly.
Have you ever felt trapped in circumstances, then discovered that the only trap was your own lack of vision, lack of courage, or failure to see that you had better options?
The truth is a snare: you cannot have it, without being caught. You cannot have the truth in such a way that you catch it, but only in such a way that it catches you.
Less than an hour before he'd congratulated himself on escaping all the traps of Earth, all the snares of Man. Not knowing that the greatest trap of all, the final and the fatal trap, lay on this present planet.