Quotes About Escape

D'Artagnan looked for some tapestry behind which he might hide himself, and felt an immense inclination to crawl under the table.

We will escape, and if we cannot escape we will talk, you of those you love and I of those whom I love.

La mer est le cimetière du château d'If.

nothing appears impossible to one condemned to die, and miracles appear quite reasonable when his escape from death is concerned.

I have to admit that my historical work is my favourite occupation. When I go back to the past, I forget the present. I walk free and independently through history, and forget that I am a prisoner.

César avait appris de l'existence à souffrir la vie et des romans à s'en échapper

Evils which are patiently endured when they seem inevitable become intolerable once the idea of escape from them is suggested.

That is the joy of reading fiction: when all is said and done, the novel belongs to the reader and his or her imagination.

Instead of going home, I drove to the library. To hell with human beings. I'd always felt safer with stories than with flesh and blood.

Sometimes, running away means you're headed in the exact right direction.

Maybe a hundred years ago our people should have run away from this place, I said... And then run from the next place and the next place and the place after that? You run once, what makes you think you won't have to run all the rest of your life?... We love moment to moment... Everything changes. One minute we are part of the river, and the next we are joined with the sea.

Her one salvation was the novels she read. On nights when she thought it might be better not to be alive without Levi in the world, she opened a book and was therefore saved, discovering that a novel was as great an escape as any spell.

Life was beautiful, everyone knew that, but it was also bitter and bleak and unfair as hell and where did that leave a person? On the outs with the rest of the world. Someone who sat alone in the cafeteria, reading, escaping from his hometown simply by turning the page.

In my family, a book can be a life raft.

she opened a book and was therefore saved, discovering that a novel was as great an escape as any spell.

Don't make me sit through reality.

She had the feeling that if she went home, she might never get away. She thought of birds caught in nets. There was something inside her, beating against her ribs, urging her to do things she might not otherwise attempt. She had the strongest desire to get lost.

With every step I wished myself away to another life, one lived far from here.

As for me, sleep was a country I no longer visited, despite my incantation. When I did, I wished for my waking life, the hours when I didn't see the nightmare images of all that had happened and all I had become.

If she wanted to enter an otherworld, all she had to do was open a novel.

I'm sticking with books. They never let you down and they don't judge you.

He carries books everywhere he goes so he won't have to be bored by people.

Isabel remembered what books had meant to her so long ago, and she suddenly had a longing for all those fictional worlds that had helped her through the worst years of her life.

When darkness fell, he told me to close my eyes and dream, for in my dreams I would find another world, and in my waking life I would soon enough find such a world as well...