Quotes About Escape

That's how God created us: wealth is a crime and poverty is a punishment, though the punishment is not given to the one who sinned, but to the one who hasn't got the money to escape the punishment. The woman, naturally, cannot deny that she is pregnant. The man denies it as much as he likes, and what can you do? God gave men the pleasure and us the punishment.

Our soul, as bird, escapéd is out of the fowler's snare: the snare asunder broken is; and we delivered are. —Psalm 124, Verse 7 The Bay Psalm Book,* 1640

I felt foolish and tired, as if I had been running to escape someone chasing me, only to look behind to discover there was no one there.

I read to escape to a more interesting world, not to be locked up in a sweltering prison and find myself vicariously standing among people who are tortured beyond the limits of sanity.

i daydreamed about being somewhere else, about being someone else.

Life was good until the putges came. After that, there was nothing to do except flee into the jungle, high up, where it was so thick only wold things grew. When the putgest stopped Black Spot and his grids and cousin went quietly to the town of Nyang Shwe, where they were not known. They procured black-market identity cards of dead people with good reputations. After that they lived two ways: in the open life of the dead, and in the hidden life of the living.

Life was good until the purges came. After that, there was nothing to do except flee into the jungle, high up, where it was so thick only wild things grew. When the purges stopped Black Spot and his friends and cousin went quietly to the town of Nyang Shwe, where they were not known. They procured black-market identity cards of dead people with good reputations. After that they lived two ways: in the open life of the dead, and in the hidden life of the living.

Years before, she had dreamed of writing stories as a way to escape. She could revise her life and become someone else. She could be somewhere else. In her imagination she could change everything, herself, her mother, her past. But the idea of revising her life also frightened her, as if by imagination alone she were condemning what she did not like about herself or others. Writing what you wished was the most dangerous form of wishful thinking.

I am aware of being in a beautiful prison, from which I can only escape by writing.

Some people read to confirm their own hopelessness. Others read to be rescued from it.

I said, If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an escape into harmony and narcissism in place of conflict.

When life becomes too difficult, I turn to my work. I swim into a new region.

My attraction to drugs is based on an immense desire to annihilate awareness.

To escape him she had run away to the end of the world. To be free of him she had run away to places where he never went.

He gave one the feeling that the whole world was now shut out and only this sensual feast existed, that there would be no tomorrows, no meetings with anyone else – that there was only this room, this afternoon, this bed.

If only we could all escape from this house of incest, where we only love ourselves in the other, if only I could save you all from yourselves, said the modern Christ.

Why go to Tahiti or Bali? Only sad, defeated people do that.

Why has she loved ships so deeply, why has she always wanted to sail away from this world? Why has she always dreamed of flight, of departure?

A única luz provinha de uma estufa para onde o salão dava. Estava repleta de plantas tropicais, rodeando um lago cheio de peixes dourados. Um caminho de seixos circundava o lago. O sol, filtrado através das folhas verdes, projectava uma sumida luz esverdeada, como se eu estivesse no fundo do oceano. Tudo aquilo parecia apto a abandonar a luz do dia comum para explorar os mundos submersos.

el amor entre mujeres es un refugio y un escape hacia la armonía. En el amor entre hombre y mujer hay resistencia y conflicto, dos mujeres no se juzgan mutuamente, no se embrutecen mutuamente, no buscan nada que ridiculizar. Se rinden al sentimentalismo, a la comprensión mutua, al romanticismo. Ese amor es la muerte, lo admito.

Seems to me you have escaped the fatality of repetition in your destiny by escaping cruelty in women. As I escaped mine by finding you, in place of my former penchant for dead or half-dead men! Did I leave my face powder & engagement book chez toi?

On what wings does she take flight from Henry? As if the sensual act had been but a mouth applied to an opium pipe.

Elena) Algo criara dentro dela um estado de perpétua defesa contra as possibilidades de experiência, um impulso de fugir que a retirava das cenas de prazer onde poderia se expandir. Por muitas vezes atingira esse limiar, mas fugira. E só podia culpar a si própria pelo que perdera e ignorara.

I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.