I certainly don't want a child of mine to be famous, or anyone I was very close to who isn't yet... It's the worst thing to be trapped in your house not be able to leave.

If you look closely, there is no book more visual than Three Trapped Tigers, in that it is filled with blank pages, dark pages, it has stars made of words, the famous magical cube made of numbers, and there is even a page which is a mirror.

The death penalty not only takes away the life of the person strapped to the table - it takes away a little bit of the humanity in each of us.

Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of others' opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition.

When the space shuttle's engines cut off, and you're finally in space, in orbit, weightless... I remember unstrapping from my seat, floating over to the window, and that's when I got my first view of Earth. Just a spectacular view, and a chance to see our planet as a planet.

When I was younger, I was a rave kid trapped inside a singer/songwriter's body. But I kind of figured my way out because I started making these really terrible beats on this Yamaha keyboard that my parents got me for my 10th birthday.

I used the music kind of as therapy, and it's just amazing that I feel so free after doing that. I feel like I had it trapped inside of me and now I feel free. So it's been a very good therapy session for me as well.

A writer is a world trapped in a person.

There is magic, beauty, romance and poetry waiting for you every step of the way. Life is waiting for you, with open arms. But where are you? You are not present here, in the now. Perhaps you are trapped in the past ? thinking about what could have been. Or you have raced into the unborn future ? busy worrying about what has not yet happened. Remember: this moment is the only Life you have! Unless you are present in the moment, you cannot celebrate Life.

Our life difficulty has a story and a cause. Most of the time we are trapped in the story unable to see the cause

Once when I was a little child of six or so, I watched a spider spinning its web in a corner of the house. Before the spider had even finished its job, a mosquito flew right into the web and was trapped there. The spider didn't pay it any attention at first, but went on with what it was doing; only when it was finished did it creep over on its pointy toes and sting that poor mosquito to death. As I sat there on that wooden floor and watched Hatsumomo come reaching for me with her delicate fingers, I knew I was trapped in a web she had spun for me.

"People are being held hostage by their lies. They can't do what they want and can't be who ever they want. They can't be truly happy and be free, because they lie to themselves daily. That is why we find ourselves being trapped in wrong situations, relationships and friendships. The bible is giving us solution and it says. You will know the truth and the truth will set you free.

Call it a home or sanctuary if you wish, but it is a glasshouse of palatial power that keeps you trapped within; for every stone that is hurled inside, can we repair cries and sharded skin to bleed new wine?" -The Walls Of Imprisonment @reenadossauthor

Falling in love with humans is like walking into a pantry and realizing you're trapped in it without Whip Cream, and Cherries.

You don't have to stay trapped in your thoughts just because you think them.

For so many years, I couldn't understand why every time I thought that someone finally loved me, like? for real, they would eventually turn to vapor. Every person whom I've ever loved is trapped inside of my chest. I've breathed all of them in so deeply that I've nearly choked and died on every soul that I've ever given myself to.

My brother once showed me a piece of quartz that contained, he said, some trapped water older than all the seas in our world. He held it up to my ear. 'Listen,' he said, 'life and no escape.

Those who accept a situation find a way to get out of it. Those who try to run away from it suffer like a fly trapped inside a net.

When you're stuck - in one area or in every area - it really is just an inaccurate view of reality you're dealing with..that place of stickiness isn't a sign that you're trapped; it's a sign that it's time to make a change.

We are all nodes of God. Between us, we are experiencing everything, and why wouldn't God, the True God, do exactly that? In the seminal movie Groundhog Day, the hero at first sees the daily recurrence in which he is trapped as hell itself and does everything to free himself from it, even though he can't. By the end of the movie, he has changed his perspective, and understands that he is actually in a process that allows him to become a God. When he achieves perfection, that's when he escapes from the loop. You have to change your mindset too. You have to escape from linearity. You have to embrace the cyclical. You may not be up to it yet. But you will be one day. You will be comforted by this amazing reality you are in, you are part of, you are contributing to

Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched-by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)

I'm a 21st-century kid trapped in a 19th-century family.

We seemed to be trapped in an episode of One Life To Waste. It's all very dull.

I'm a werewolf trapped in a human body.