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“When we stay locked up in the spectrum of unsolved life stories and keep hiding in an arcane prism, life remains a mystery behind perpetual tensions and a journey in a world beyond appearances. (鈥淯ne femme peut en cacher une autre")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“I've been locked up for 264 days.

1 window. 4 walls. 144 square feet of space. 26 letters in an alphabet I haven't spoken in 264 days of isolation.

6.336 hours since I've touched another human being.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“And when you are kept from your home, no matter where you are, you are in a cage.”
― Shane Arbuthnott, Terra Nova

“They locked me up with a boy. A boy.
Dear God.
They're trying to kill me.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me

“Yes, I am a prisoner of sorts, but my prison isn't the house. It's my own thoughts that lock me up!”
― V.C. Andrews, Pearl in the Mist

“The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.”
― John Mark Green

“ "It's a workshop. Nothing but tools."
"So why would it be locked?" I asked.
"I'd love to say it's suspicious," SImon said. "But if this Banks guy had kids around, then I'm not surprised. My dad isn't exactly Mr. Handyman, but he kept a lock on his toolbox. You know parents, Paranoid."
"Yeah," Derek said. "Especially after their son flattens his fingers trying to nail a drawing to the wall."
"Hey, I'm not the genius who suggested it." Simon glanced at me. "Tape wouldn't hold it, and Science Guy explained that the paper was too heavy for the adhesive. So I got some nails."
Derek rolled his eyes.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Reckoning

“Think what it would be like if you got back to your island and there was no old man, no girl any more. No mysterious fun and games. The whole place locked up forever.”
― John Fowles, The Magus

“When I go back...'

'As your presence here isn't part of our monthly arrangement, you are under no obligation to go back.' He rubbed at his temple. 'Unless you wish to.'

The question settled in me like a stone sinking to the bottom of a pool. There was such quiet in me, such... nothingness.

'He locked me in that house,' I managed to say.

A shadow of mighty wings spread behind Rhys's chair. But his face was calm as he said. 'I know. I felt you. Even with your shields up- for once.'

I made myself meet his stare. 'I have nowhere else to go.'

It was both a question and a plea.

He waved a hand, the wings fading. 'Stay here for however long you want. Stay here forever, if you feel like it.'

'I- I need to go back at some point.'

'Say the word, and it's done.' He meant it, too. Even if I could tell from the ire in his eyes that he didn't like it. He'd bring me back to the Spring Court the moment I asked.

Bring me back to silence, and those sentries, and a life of doing nothing but dressing and dining and planning parties.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“I made you an offer when you first came here: help me, and food, shelter, clothing... All of it is yours.'

I'd been a beggar in the past. The thought of doing it now...

'Work for me,' Rhysand said. 'I owe you, anyway. And we'll figure out the rest day by day, if need be.'

I looked toward the mountains, as if I could see all the way to the Spring Court in the south. Tamlin would be furious. He'd shred the manor apart.

But he'd... he'd locked me up. Either he so deeply misunderstood me or he'd been so broken by what went on Under the Mountain, but... he'd locked me up.

'I'm not going back.' The words rang in me like a death knell. 'Not- not until I figure things out.' I shoved against the wall of anger and sorrow and outright despair as my thumb brushed over the vacant band of skin where that ring had once sat.

One day at a time. Maybe- maybe Tamlin would come around. Heal himself, that jagged wound of festering fear. Maybe I'd sort myself out. I didn't know.

But I did know that if I stayed in that manor, if I was locked up one more time... It might finish the breaking that Amarantha had started.

Rhysand summoned a mug of hot tea from nowhere and handed it to me. 'Drink it.'

I took the mug, letting its warmth soak into my stiff fingers. He watched me until I took a sip, and then went back to monitoring the mountains. I took another sip- peppermint and... liquorice and another herb or spice.

I wasn't going back. Maybe I'd never even... gotten to come back. Not from Under the Mountain.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Prisoners often sleep with the lights on 24 hours a day.”
― Steven Magee