prisoner

If evil lingers around you, it will rub off on you, it will cause stress, anxiety and a lot of mental anguish! __yes_ - you can see evil in the eye of the beholder! Body! Talk! Stance! Walk! Posture! Evil oozes out!

So if all what I__e said is the definition of insanity then the next thing is how do you define an evil bastard? People can mix evil and insanity up, thinking both to be the one and self same thing_wrong! Let me tell you about evil, first you smell it, secondly you feel it, thirdly you taste it and finally you need to destroy it.

Evil is there, out there and in your faces! You have two choices, either run or fight! To run is to die a coward! To fight is to win!

It is important not to become a prisoner of fate.

How the prisoner and the immigrant are treated by the government, how the poor are treated and those without influence: this is secretly how the government would like to treat us all.

In situations of captivity the perpetrator becomes the most powerful person in the life of the victim, and the psychology of the victim is shaped by the actions and beliefs of the perpetrator.

Suicides - you read of it_but you don__ know the truth, if you were to see it you would go insane! Cut throats, cut wrists, hangings, suffocating, eyes bulging and tongues protruding, more shit. Suicides always shit themselves, did you know that! Life__ final shit, the final act of madness; smell that you rats! Clean me up you pigs, zip me up in the bag you scum and get me out of here_ Get me the fuck out of here_get me out!

I was a prisoner inside my own body. I felt desperate, angry, stupid, confused, ashamed, hopeless and absolutely alone... and that this was of my own making. I could speak at home, how come I couldn't outside it? I have never been able to find the right words to describe what it was like. Imagine that for one day you are unable to speak to anyone you meet outside your own family, particularly at school/college, or out shopping, etc., have no sign language, no gestures, no facial expression. Then imagine that for eight years, but no one really understands. It was like torture, and I was the only person that knew it was happening. My body and face were frozen most of the time. I became hyperconscious of myself when outside the home and it was a relief to get back as I was always exhausted. I attempted to hide it (an impossible task) because I felt so ashamed that I couldn't do what other people seemed to find so natural and easy - to speak. At times I felt suicidal.

We__e all livin_ in the past...we__e really always eighty milliseconds behind life happenin_. ...that__ how long it takes our brains to comprehend what__ already taken place right in front of our eyes. So, I guess I__ not alone. Everyone__ livin_ in the past, to some extent. I__e just become a prisoner of mine. ... I__e become a prisoner__illingly. But then I guess you really can__ be called a prisoner if you willingly carry the chains.

When people become prisoners of daily habits and happen to be hostages of choices, which they made in the past, but which they finally do not actually want, they experience the need to abandon their corporeal prison at a certain time in life. ( "Corporeal prison" )

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

Trapped, cutting herself against the jagged edges of her emotions, she was a prisoner of her own spirit.

Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!

i was a prisoner of events

The prison bars deny you the now. You are forced to always think about the past or the future.

Don't become a prisoner of your own reality, set yourself free by creating a life worth living.

Psychological imprisonment was no less uncomfortable than its physical counterpart. In some ways, it was even worse; it provided the illusion of physical freedom, but garnered none of the benefits of it.

Our hearts are all prison walls when we hold people captive with chains of unforgiveness.