Quotes about dungeon (16 Quotes)

Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

I think she loves the Phantom. But more like a father. In the end she says, 'you pitiful creature of the dark.' She cares for him, but she doesn't want to live her life in a dungeon.

So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one that wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.

In the depths of every heart, there is a tomb and a dungeon, though the lights, the music, and revelry above may cause us to forget their existence, and the buried ones, or prisoners whom they hide. But sometimes, and oftenest at midnight, those dark receptacles are flung wide open. In an hour like this, when the mind has a passive sensibility, but no active strength when the imagination is a mirror, imparting vividness to all ideas, without the power of selecting or controlling them then pray that your grieves may slumber, and the brotherhood of remorse not break their chain.

O loss of sight, of thee I most complain Blind among enemies, O worse than chains, dungeon or beggary, or decrepit age Light, the prime work of God, to me is extinct, and all her various objects of delight annulled, which might in part my grief have eased. Inferior to the vilest now become of man or worm the vilest here excel me, they creep, yet see I, dark in light, exposed to daily fraud, contempt, abuse and wrong, within doors, or without, still as a fool, in power of others, never in my own scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half.

Dweller in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation, mark Who in widow weeds appears, Laden with unhonoured years, Noosing with care a bursting purse, Baited with many a deadly curse.

O curse of marriage That we can call these delicate creatures ours, And not their appetites. I had rather be a toad, And live upon the vapour of a dungeon, Than keep a corner in the thing I love For others uses.

An artist wished to paint a face, The symbol of innocence and joy He sought a child for his ideal, And drew the likeness of a boy. Long years passed on. The artist now A gray old man, one picture more Designed to make, and call it Guilt A contrast to the child of yore. He went into a dungeon dark, Its cold walls damp with slime. And painted a wretched man chained there, Condemned to death for crime. Beside the other he placed the last And when he learned the prisoner's name, He found the innocent, laughing child, And the hardened man, were but the same. Montagu Gere.

The petitioner Pollard was thrown into an unheated dungeon cell in the basement of the prison. His clothes and his glasses were taken away. He remained naked and without glasses for the 5 weeks he was at the prison. In his cell, he was given no bedding, no blankets, just a hard metal slab to sleep on ... .

Better guide the young than reclaim them when old For the voice of true wisdom is calling 'To rescue the fallen is good, but tis best To prevent other people from falling' Better close up the source of temptation and crime Than deliver from dungeon or gallery Better put a strong fence round the top of the cliff Than an ambulance down in the valley.

When a prisoner sees the door of his dungeon open he dashes for it without stopping to think where he shall get his dinner.

He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.

England, farewell thou, who hast been my cradle, Shalt never be my dungeon or my grave.

Of Fate if this is All
Has he no added Realm
A Dungeon but a Kinsman is
Incarceration -- Home.

What other dungeon is so dark as one's own heart! What jailer so inexorable as one's self!

The world is full of lonely people, all isolated in a private, secret dungeon.