Quotes About Escape

I tried to get away from him, to get to that door, but instead I backed up against the wall and was stuck there in that white, white room.

she has a tattooed hawk, diving down to chase blue swallows to her wrist. She is saving money to have the blue swallows fly up her right arm to feed their nestlings at the top of that shoulder. That way when she clasps her hands she will wear a story of escape.

And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

The soul is the body's vanity and pleasure as long as the body's in good health, but it's also the urge to escape from the body as soon as the body is sick or things go badly.

I was rather fond of her, but I was even fonder of my vices, my mania for running away from everywhere in search of God knows what, driven, I suppose, by stupid pride, by a sense of some sort of superiority

Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies.

Wherever you may be, the moment you draw the attention of the authorities, the best thing you can do is disappear in a hurry.

Lo mejor que puedes hacer, verdad, cuando estás en este mundo, es salir de él. Loco o no, con miedo o sin él.

The best thing to do when you're in this world, don't you agree, is to get out of it. Crazy or not, scared or not.

Never be picky and choosy about means of escaping disembowelment, or waste your time trying to find reasons for the persecution you're a victim of. Escape is good enough for the wise.

The soul is the body's vanity and pleasure as long as the body's in good health, but it's also the urge to escape from the body as soon as the body is sick or things are going badly.

Maneviyat,beden saÄŸl?kl? olduÄŸu sürece onun kibri ve zevkidir,ama hastalan?r hastalanmaz ya da iÅŸler kötüye gittiÄŸinde bu kez de derhal o bedenden kaç?? kurtulma isteÄŸidir.

Toute possibilité de lâcheté devient une magnifique espérance à qui s'y connaît. C'est mon avis. Il ne faut jamais se montrer difficile sur le moyen de se sauver de l'étripade, ni perdre son temps non plus à rechercher les raisons d'une persécution dont on est l'objet. Y échapper suffit au sage

Najbolje je što se može u?initi kad je ?ovek na ovom svetu, zar ne, to je da iz njega iza?e? Bio lud ili ne, plašljiv ili ne.

C'est bon les villes inconnues ! C'est le moment et l'endroit où on peut supposer que les gens qu'on rencontre sont tous gentils. C'est le moment du rêve. On peut profiter que c'est le rêve pour aller perdre quelque temps au jardin public.

I used to escape into books. I'd hear my father yelling, and I'd open my book and dive in. I don't know what I would have done without reading.

EVERYONE THOUGHT QUINN was watching Meet the Press with Grandma, even Grandma. Lying on the sofa, covered with an afghan, Quinn had simply rolled off and stuffed pillows under the covers while Grandma stared at the screen. Then she had sidled upstairs, out her bedroom window, and down the oak tree growing right by the house.

He seemed so terribly weak. She would have had more respect for him if he'd told her to go fuck herself. ' I have to go to sleep' she'd scathe. Then she'd roll over, and so would he. They'd be lying there like two strangers who just happened to be sharing the same bed. It was in those moments she began to plot her escape.

She thought the jimster (Jack Daniels) would cure whatever was wrong with her- whatever made her feel like she was in a hall of mirrors, watching herself go through the motions of having a riotous good time

This singularity of meaning--I was my face, I was ugliness--though sometimes unbearable, also offered a possible point of escape. It became the launching pad from which to lift off, the one immediately recognizable place to point to when asked what was wrong with my life. Everything led to it, everything receded from it--my face as personal vanishing point.

Don't be led away by those howls about realism. Remember-pine woods are just as real as pigsties and a darn sight pleasanter to be in.

I'd be in such a hurry to get into bed, nice and quiet, and imagine things

I had, in my vivid imagination, a passport to fairyland.

Have you ever thought to go away and never come back? Run away and lose your tracks, to go to a place far away and start living again, living a new life, only yours, really live? Did you ever think?