Quotes About Escape

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news

understood the necessity of religion as a means of escaping hell, but I loved sin and was unwilling to forsake it.

Jimmy: They all want to escape from the pain of being alive. And, most of all,love. It's no good trying to fool yourself about love. You can't fall into it like a soft job, without dirtying up your hands.It takes muscle and guts. And if you can't bear the thought of messing up your nice, clean soul- you'd better give up the whok idea of life, and because you'll never make it as a human being. It's either this world or the next.

Clearly, He tells His own, Christians and Jews, to flee from the rich, powerful nation he calls the Daughter of Babylon, in order to preserve their lives from the coming destruction that the nation will have invited upon itself.

Whether one believes that the rapture will come before, during, or after the tribulation is not at issue, because the need to escape from America will come well before the Antichrist, the tribulation and the rapture.

Ar fi trebuit s? fiu altceva, ceva ce nu simte nici un fel de durere. La noapte, reflect? el, frem?tând de anticipaÈ›ie, voi fugi de durere. ?i nu m? voi mai întoarce niciodat?.

The story of how I left Huckleberry begins -- as do all worthy stories -- with a goat

Society can and does execute its own mandates: and if it issues wrong mandates instead of right, or any mandates at all in things with it ought not to meddle, it practices a social tyranny more formidable than many kinds of political oppression, since, though not usually upheld by such extreme penalties, it leaves fewer means of escape, penetrating much more deeply into the details of life, and enslaving the soul itself.

Society can and does execute its own mandates: and if it issues wrong mandates instead of right, or any mandates at all in things with which it ought not to meddle, it practises a social tyranny more formidable than many kinds of political oppression, since, though not usually upheld by such extreme penalties, it leaves fewer means of escape, penetrating much more deeply into the details of life, and enslaving the soul itself.

Then, for the first time in her married life, Leona addressed her husband. "Assassin!" she gasped, and fled.

She was a nightmare quilt from hooves to eyebrows, and she was running for her life.

That is what New York teaches: beginnings and endings; how to start a scene, and how to escape it.

You think you got something big to say? Something momentous? Or is it what you had to memorize in order to escape the men with lightning in their eyes?

Mental illness is primarily an unconscious escape from this design, a form of passive resistance.

But it is impossible, I find, to tidy books without ending by sitting on the floor in the middle of a great untidiness and reading.

Godless as I am, I pray she's got away with it. It's like ripples in a pond, isn't it? It doesn't stop in one place.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead

One travels to run away from routine, that dreadful routine that kills all imagination and all our capacity for enthusiasm.

Here's the deal. Words have plans. Ambitions. Goals. They are always trying to veer around us & zoom away. They wish to leave us in an abysmal darkness. You can think what you like about this.

Nothing can ruin your life so long as you're free to get up and run away.

For knitting composed the mind; knitting served the necessary means of evasion; knitting constituted not only an escape, but a tangible protection, from husbands.

The book was great fun, a story about a girl who ran away from home with the help of a magical white horse.

Then how about one kiss?' he said with a sexy grin. 'Something to remember me by?' 'I'll give you something to remember me by,' I said. The back of my head.' I pushed past him and escaped through the door to freedom.

I had Trevor Mitchell's clothes in my arms. His sweater, V-neck, undershirt, khakis, socks, loafers, and underwear. I had his power. His mask. I had his whole life. What was a girl to do? This girl ran. I ran so hard, like I had never run before. Like I had been training every day in gym class. If Mr. Harris could have seen me then, he surely would have put me on the track team.