bondage [Theme] Page 3

Each of us was before "someone" or, at least, thought so. Here he was treated as if he's literally nobody. (It is clear that the camp situation could not shake the feelings of self-esteem those who have had a spiritual basis, but how many in the camp, and how many people actually have such a strong spirituality?)

I always thought and claimed that one begins to understand why something happened in his life and that was for him for the better, only after some time, five or ten years. In the camp it would sometimes become clear in five or ten minutes.

You're back on your mental dialogue with the person you love again send their complaints to heaven, again, for the thousandth time, looking for the answer to the question about the meaning of your suffering, your sacrifice, your slow death. But, in the last rush, everything in you is rebelling against the hopelessness of death, and you feel like your spirit breaks through this gray mist, through the hopelessness and meaninglessness, and to your question - does it make sense? - where it sounds solid, exultant "Yes!". And at this point in the window of a village house, dimly visible in the distance, theatrical scenery, suddenly lit light et lux lucet in tenebris - "the light shines in the darkness".

I quite like languishing in captivity a polar bear I once saw in the zoo. I remember I thought then that he, poor thing, so dulled, moving back and forth in a small cage that let him free, he would still be stagnate. So we are gradually coming to grips with their misfortune, and it becomes a habit.

Where everything is predetermined, there can be no freedom... True bondage is not that the Windows of the lattice, and runs in the yard of a vicious dog. Bondage is born in and is transferred to the trappings of existence.

You have ignored the privileges that were given to you at birth, and again, and again returned to prison... it's Like bondage for you better than freedom.

Bird, bird that fly?
The fate of his do not know.
Soon, soon under lock and key -
Time! - you see, and had expired!..

In the will of another - master, parent, husband's - life, may be full, but I'll never be a slave. First kill. Don't know how to say it.

There is a cage where the bars is not noticeable.

When a person take away the freedom and teach him to live in a cage, he loses the ability to think as before.

How many of us recognize: it is in captivity for the first time we learned the true friendship!

The unfree man always idealizes his slavery.

Power separates proud soul, bondage and connects them.

Most women have been in captivity for even a short time, and some indefinitely. But there are those who were free only in utero, in the womb.