Quotes About Escape

History is a nightmare from which we are trying to awaken.

Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

History, Stephen said, is a nightmare from which I am trying to awake.

He wanted to keep the moment frozen, to shelter it here, to lock time and space in this room, so it could never escape into the rest of the universe with this terrible knowledge, this unrelenting truth. - Return Of The Jedi

I want out of the freak show and into the main tent.

Louisiana is a fresh-air mental asylum.

He lives like a fugitive to avoid becoming a hired killer in Uncle Sams Army.

So come with me, where dreams are born, and time is never planned. Just think of happy things, and your heart will fly on wings, forever, in Never Never Land!

They threw me off the haytruck about noon.

I have never known any distress that an hour's reading did not relieve.

1856 a Virginia master offered "a reward of six cents for the apprehension of his boy 'Sam,' who absconded some time in the month of March.… He has a down look, and, on his back, wears the stripes of a recent whipping. One tooth is knocked out, and I believe he has a scar under the left

The earth is not our temporary residence while we wait to escape to heaven, but the place where God created us to live and the place we will share for eternity with all of God's creatures.

December 19, 2:02 A.M. CET Crypts below Vatican City   Rhun lurched up and away. His head smashed against smooth stone. The blow opened a wound on his temple and knocked him back into the scalding bath of wine with a splash. He had awakened like this many times, trapped inside a stone sarcophagus

His friend slammed his shoulder into the door and burst out into the open.

In his hand, Marc still had the Glock semi-automatic. Both of them knew what should happen next. The right choice, the expedient choice, was to put a bullet in this man's head and keep running. Marc kept running

In Martinique, when the whistle blew for the tourists to get back on the ship, I had a quick, wild, and lovely moment when I decided I wouldn't get back on the ship. I did, though. And I found that somebody had stolen the pants to my dinner jacket.

I had nothing to offer her. I was illness, instability, everything she wanted to get away from.

After all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great,' he said. 'To escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident to one's moment of being. There are other advantages, more difficult to speak of, things which ancient sources only hint at and which I myself only understood after the fact.

think imagination is one of the greatest blessings of life," Edith later wrote, "and while one can lose oneself in a book one can never be thoroughly unhappy.

The books my mother read and reread provided a broader, more adventurous world, and escape from the confines of her chronic illness. Her interior life was enriched even as her physical life contracted. If she couldn't change the reality of her situation, she could change her perception of it. She could enter into the lives of the characters in her books, sharing their journeys while she remained seated in her chair.

It is only in love and in war that we escape from the sleep of necessity, the cage of ordinary life, to a state where every day is a high adventure, every moment falls sharp and clear like a snowflake drifting slowly past a dark glistening rock, or like a leaf spinning down to the forest floor.

But then, what is madness, but a refuge, a retreating from the world?

Art has always been the raft onto which we climb to save our sanity. I don't see a different purpose for it now.

I wanted her to to go on talking and understand without me saying anything. I wanted her to love me enough to leave him, to pack us up and take us away from him, to kill him if need be. (107)