Quotes About Escape

She read modern fiction too. Always fiction. She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about.

She hated to hear the word "escape" used about fiction. She might have argued, not just playfully, that it was real life that was the escape. But this was too important to argue about.

Well, as my dad would say, it means she's out of this shithole.

Everything in her wanted to run -fly back to California, back to her quiet existence working among strangers. Hiding out in the folds of tree trunks and tropical petals, tucked away safely among so many foreign plants and people.

How could it be that you could love someone so much and keep it a secret from yourself as you woke daily so far from home? She had put billboards and roads between them, throwing roadblocks behind her and ripping off the rearview mirror, and thought that would make him disappear?

In violence, it is the getting away that you concentrate on. When you begin to go over the edge, life receding from you as a boat recedes inevitably from shore, you hold on to death tightly, like a rope that will transport you, and you swing out on it, hoping only to land away from where you are.

I felt like observing my way out of there, but I didn't.

She thought of sex as the Star Trek transport. You vaporized and found yourself navigating another planet within the second or two it took to realign.

Most of us, I suppose, have had at one time or another the impulse to leave behind our daily routines and responsibilities and seek out, temporarily, a new life.

When I was a child I read books for entertainment and information; I now think of books as lifeboats.

Israel Kamakawiwo'ole's "Somewhere Over the Rainbow.

HOW the ADDICTION STARTS • ALARM BELLS • THAT EMPTY FEELING • ONE CIGARETTE LEADS TO ANOTHER • RE-PROGRAMMING YOUR BRAIN • THE KEY TO ESCAPE

I do not wish to escape to myself, I wish to escape from myself. I wish to obliterate my consciousness and my knowledge of independent existence, my guilts, my secretiveness.

He had to get out, get some space between him and the world, just to breathe.

Sometimes people run… to see if you'll come after them

You will never be lonely with a book at your side

OPIATE, n. An unlocked door in the prison of Identity. It leads into the jail yard.

Coward: one who, in perilous emergency, thinks with his legs.

COWARD, n. One who in a perilous emergency thinks with his legs.

Anhamirak, abandon and freedom.

Oftentimes,' murmured Whirrun, 'a man's better served embracing his pain than trying to escape it. Things are smaller when you face 'em.

That's the trouble with running. Wherever you run to, that's where you are.

A kiköt?ig ért a házam el?tt tipródó udvarlók sora, és én már nem bírtam a férfias könnyek árját, kénytelen voltam menekülni.

What's his story?' asked Yarvi. 'I don't know his name. Nothing, we all call him. When I was first brought to the South Wind he pulled an oar. One night, off the coast of Gettland, he tried to escape. Somehow he got free of his chain and stole a knife. He killed three guards and cut another's knee so he never walked again, and he gave our captain that scar before she and Trigg put a stop to him.' Yarvi blinked at the shambling scrubber. 'All that with a knife?' 'And not a large one.