The prison of lust is just that very one of which the soul shuts the doors upon herself; for each act of indulgence is the shooting of a fresh bolt.
We are all serving a life sentence in the dungeon of the self.
We are captives of what we love, what we desire, and what we are.
Each man is his own prisoner, in solitary confinement for life.
Fear is a pair of handcuffs on your soul.
Imprisoned is he whose heart is imprisoned from Allâh. Captured is he who is captured by his desires.
All that produces longing in the heart deprives it of its freedom.
