Quotes About Escape

I'd skimmed along life like a surfer, mistaking speed for direction. I'd feigned to be pressing forward when I was really running away

Puedes escalar una montaña, puedes surcar a nado el mar. Puedes lanzarte a las llamas, pero nunca serás libre...

To one who has been long in city pent,'Tis very sweet to look into the fairAnd open face of heaven.

Total physical and mental inertia are highly agreeable, much more so than we allow ourselves to imagine. A beach not only permits such inertia but enforces it, thus neatly eliminating all problems of guilt. It is now the only place in our overly active world that does.

Looking back now across fifteen years I could see with great clarity the fear I had lived in, which must mean that in the interval I had succeeded in a very important undertaking: I must have made my escape from it.

As memory may be a paradise from which we cannot be driven, it may also be a hell from which we cannot escape.

she'd called me wanting to get out

throughout my life I've steered an uneasy course between the Scylla of solitude and the Charybdis of politics, between my desire to help change the world and my impulse to escape it. The vessel in which I navigate these turbulent waters is music.

I have never been among those who think that it is better to be dead than to leave Rome. In fact, I have fled Rome many times in order to preserve my life.

I must go down to the sea again, for the call of the running tide, is a wild call and a clear call, that cannot be denied!

To leave the everpresent tension of Great Meadow was like shedding stiff, formal clothes or kicking off pinching shoes.

The worst thing about adultery was that it made you see your life for what it was: something that was nearly impossible to escape.

sadness is nothing a little Veuve Clicquot can't fix.

She wanted to unzip her body and step out of it. She wanted to be attached to a machine that would erase her memory, obliterate her guilt, wipe her clean.

There was a memory for everything, India realized; it was pointless to try to escape the memories.

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book. I understood early that I'd find what I needed in books, if not in her. She gave me that. But

The world of books is still the world.

At painful times, when composition is impossible and reading is not enough, grammars and dictionaries are excellent for distraction.

Miss Mitford talks of coming to town for a day, and of bringing Flush with her, as soon as the weather settles, and to-day looks so like it that I have mused this morning on the possibility of breaking my prison doors and getting into the next room. Only there is a forbidding north wind, they say.

Then there was a fight between our oxen-drivers, one of them attempting to stab the other with a knife, and Robert rushing in between till Peni and I were nearly frantic with fright. No harm happened, however, except that Robert had his trousers torn. And we escaped afterwards certain banditti, who stopped a carriage only the day before on the very road we travelled, and robbed it of sixty-two scudi.

A few strands of dark hair floated around her face, escaped from his braid, but the five-point restraints kept her firmly in her seat as the shuttle Leonard Cohen matched velocities with the starship and drifted into position along her central axis.

The flesh of her palms broke open on the steel. But that steel yielded and, by inches, the door-thicker than her waist-cracked open. She dropped one arm around Rien and pulled her through and in.