Quotes About Escape

Sarah Mlynowski

If there is a recurring theme in Garfield's diaries it's this: I'd rather be reading.

Atostogos suteiks man nauj? j?g? gr?žti prie savo neurasteniško gyvenimo.

At sixteen John escaped from the Warsaw ghetto, leaving behind his parents and his sister. They were killed. Everyone was killed. John somehow obtained Polish seaman's papers, and for several years he worked in the engine rooms of German freighters. When the war ended he came to Israel via Cyprus

Real life is physical. Give me books instead. Give me the invisibility of the contents of books, the thoughts, the ideas, the images. Let me become part of a book. . . . an intertextual being: a book cyborg, or, considering that books aren't cybernetic, perhaps a bibliorg.

Men live in a fantasy world. I know this because I am one, and I actually receive my mail there

Our system requires a continuous supply of highly capable people who are so disgruntled with their jobs that they are willing to chew off their own arms to escape their bosses.

Another word on the subject of "the idealism of theology." In fact, traditional theology has not only spoken of the scapegoat, but the texts remain in a certain manner structured by the scapegoat, as you have shown! Will a future theology escape this fate entirely?

Run, Bruce! Run from the truth! Run like you always have…but when you feel that prickling on the back of your neck, know that I'm coming for you! Reaching you from the other side of your reflection!

Not everything made you stronger. It was possible to survive, yet still be crippled for your trouble. Sometimes it was okay to run away, to skip the test, to chicken out. Or at least to get some help.

So, there was this beautiful princess. She was locked in a high tower(...)She was stuck up there(...)So the only thing was to jump.

No matter how far from the war we run, it always catches up with us.

There is no surer way of evading the world than by art; and no surer way of uniting with it than by art.

Enough! There are moments, Wilhelm, when I could rise up and shake it all off, and when, if I only knew where to go, I could fly from this place.

Thus, book after book, the book of all books would that it was given to us so that we might try to enter there as into a second world, where we lose ourselves, enlighten ourselves, perfect ourselves.

One cannot escape the world more certainly through art, and one cannot bind oneself to it more certainly than through art

Non c'è mezzo più sicuro per sfuggire al mondo che l'arte, e non ci si lega a esso con maggior sicurezza che tramite l'arte.

She paused, frowning as she sifted through her memories. "I think it was my mother who said it, that Kathleen married Frank Dunn just so she could leave Haverhill. I remember thinking at the time that that must have been a powerful desire she had, to see more of the world." Or a powerful desire to get away from her small of corner of it, Chad was thinking.

despite his single-minded determination, he forced himself to give her one last opportunity to escape what he could no longer control himself.

In the morning we discovered three sail of vessels ahead. We went near enough to discover them to be frigates, and then put away. We soon lost sight of two of them: but the third chased us the whole day. Sometimes we gained upon her, and sometimes she upon us.

The view that a peptic ulcer may be the hole in a man's stomach through which he crawls to escape from his wife has fairly wide acceptance.

Ye who amid this feverish world would wear A body free of pain, of cares a mind, Fly the rank city, shun its turbid air; Breathe not the chaos of eternal smoke And volatile corruption, from the dead, The dying, sickening, and the living world Exhal'd, to sully heaven's transparent dome With dim mortality.

All my life I have lied. I lied to escape, I lied to be loved, I lied for placement and power; I lied to lie. It was a way of living; lies are life's almost-anagram.

All my life I have lied. I lied to escape, I lied to be loved, I lied for placement and power; I lied to lie. It was a way of living; lies are life's almost-anagram.