Quotes About Escape

Azzal, hogy elfut a problémák elÅ'l, még nem oldja meg Å'ket.

Doc Daneeka hated to fly. He felt imprisoned in an airplane. In an airplane there was absolutely no place in the world to go except to another part of the airplane.

For why trap what is already trapped? It is only in flight that we know the freedom of the bird

Everything is a drug. Family, art, causes, new shoes... We're all just tweaking our chem to avoid the void.

That was struggle enough; however, there was another plane of consciousness on which I was fighting every night that I lay down to rest. As I slid into the borderlands between waking and sleeping, negative beings attempted to pull me into their darkness. I learned to escape them by using words to make a ladder to bring me back.

Her escape is my own. I tell her, yes. Yes. We ride out for breath over the distance. Night air approaches, the galloping other-life. No sound. No sound.

These are the ones who escape after the last hurt is turned inward; they are the most dangerous ones.

The novel is the affliction for which only the novel is the cure.

And we can read - there is always the prospect of escape, through books. Books are not a means of 'escape', Meta! Books are a means of knowledge, and of learning how to cope with the future.

There could be no romance in the terrible possibility that Gretel Nissenbaum had fled on foot, alone, not to her family but simply to escape from her life; in what exigency of need, what despondency of spirit, no name might be given it by any who have not experienced it.

Corset,' Mrs. Erskine? I don't understand." Because she was trussed up in one herself, she couldn't comprehend how Ariah had escaped hers.

REGINALD BURNABY THE GREAT (variously identified as a defrocked Roman Catholic priest from Galway, an ex-convict from Liverpool, if not an escaped convict from that seaport city)

Home wasn't home and wasn't very real and that was fine with me. School was even less real. Like a TV program I'd switch on, stare at for a few seconds then switch off. Bullshit.

tragedy and death would follow a person whereever he went in life. There was no such thing as escape, except maybe the kind that Mr. Kirby had accomplished...

Satan takes our circumstances and builds strongholds in our lives—how he wages war on the battlefield of the mind. But, thank God, we have weapons to tear down the strongholds. God doesn't abandon us and leave us helpless. First Corinthians 10:13 promises us that God will not allow us to be tempted beyond what we can bear, but with every temptation He will also provide the way out, the escape.

You are reading while walking, she reads. You can't see your feet. The spread pages glide over the sidewalk, mottled by leaf shadows, by moonlight and streetlight. Over continents of shadow, continents of light. The book is a bird with white wings. You are a bird. Reading, you can fly. You are flying now.

Palm trees were fanned by a warm, light breeze, and they rolled down their windows to smell the sea.

Hence, it is not that one cannot get outside of language in order to grasp materiality in and of itself; rather, every effort to refer to materiality takes place through a signifying process which, in its phenomenality, is always already material. In this sense, then, language and materiality are not opposed, for language both is and refers to that which is material, and what is material never fully escapes from the process by which it is signified.

In order to achieve escape velocity, we must learn to keep our own counsel, to move silently among doubters, to voice our plans only among our allies, and to name our allies accurately.

Thanks to the growing strength of environmental organizations, there will always be some back country to provide us with a touch of wonder and a breath of fresh air.

It should not be denied... that being footloose has always exhilarated us. It is associated in our minds with escape from history and oppression and law and irksome obligations, with absolute freedom, and the road has always led West.

Es lässt sich wohl kaum abstreiten… dass die Vorstellung von einem freien, ungebundenen Leben uns seit jeher berauscht und beflügelt hat. In unserer Gedankenwelt verbinden wir damit die Flucht vor der Last der Geschichte, vor Unterdrückung, dem Gesetz und lästigen Verpflichtungen. Wir sehen uns nach der absoluten Freiheit, und der Weg dorthin führte schon immer gen Westen.

As the country at large grows more stressful as a dwelling place, the quiet, remoteness, and solitude of a week on a wild river become more and more precious to more and more people.

We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in.