The prisoner is not the one who has committed a crime, but the one who clings to his crime and lives it over and over.
A person may dwell so long upon a thought that it may take him a prisoner.
We are, each of us, our own prisoner. We are locked up in our own story.
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
Everyone is a prisoner of his own experiences.
We are prisoners of ideas.