Quotes About Escape

You will allow that one's curiosity must be aroused when one learns that a lady is prepared to elope to escape from advances one had not the least intention of making!

What brings you here, Kit? No wish to offend you, but not quite the thing, you know!' Her lip trembled. She replied with a catch in her voice: 'I am running away!' 'Oh, running away!' said Mr Standen, satisfied.

I didn't smuggle the dog into the country; I merely caused him to be smuggled out of Baluchistan.

It was like a bad dream, in which people one knew quite well behaved fantastically, and one was powerless to escape from some dreadful doom.

She contrived, without precisely making so vulgar a boast, to convey the impression that she was escaping from courtships so persistent as to amount to persecution; and Mr Beaumaris, listening with intense pleasure , said that London was the very place for anyone desirous of escaping attention.

Whatever should I do if Mama were to arrive while you are gone?' 'Hide in the hay-loft!' he recommended. 'But if she has a particle of commonsense she won't make the smallest push to recover you!

Martin,' interrupted Gervase, 'why were you stunned, kept in durance vile, and finally rolled into a sand-pit?

She laughed. 'I hope he will enjoy good sport– though my small experience informs me that catching fish is not necessary for your true angler's enjoyment.' 'Oh, no! But to lose a fish is quite another matter!' 'Certainly! One cannot wonder that it should cast even the most cheerful person into gloom, for it is always such an enormous one that escapes!' 'I begin to think you are yourself an angler, ma'am: you are so exactly right!

Well of course it did and it would have made any man feel just as I did! I told Mama - perfectly politely! that it was enough to make me jump on the Bristol coach, and ship aboard the first packet bound for America, or anywhere else that Bristol boats sail to,because I would rather live in the Antipodes than have Cordelia hanging around my neck...

Bordoni and his wife fled to Venezuela, where he used some of the stolen money to buy a $3 million home and citizenship.103

These thoughts were a wonderful escape from the present. Comfortingly, the past was unwinding before me, my wonderful childhood, safe and sheltered, too sheltered perhaps for what the years ahead were to bring, but full of lovely memories from which to draw strength.

And George knew just what it was, too. It was an avalanche. He jumped just like his horse had done—for it had known something was wrong, the way animals do. Anyway, George jumped and tried to run, but it was too late.

The story goes that a Frenchman who was a friend of the King of France ran away to America to live. There was a war in France and he escaped. He was shot accidently right near here. My great-grandfather, Running Deer, hid him and took care of him until he died. The Frenchman had a great leather bag with things in it which he expected to sell. But when he died, he gave the bag to my great-grandfather for taking care of him.

At age 14, my paternal grandfather fled Poland to escape the pogroms that killed tens of thousands of European Jews. He worked full-time for a cobbler in Boston, making his way to California and eventually starting his own business in Taft - the Goldman Oil Supply Company.

And I think it is the genius of actors to be able to escape whatever people are expecting of them. Otherwise you become like a factory worker.

Cycling can be lonely, but in a good way. It gives you a moment to breathe and think, and get away from what you're working on.

Of course the barbarians' aim of world domination has not escaped the attention of the Europeans, perhaps because unlike us they are closer to the walls.

I picked it up just for relaxation. I can sit down and get into the game and escape that it's a big game tomorrow, escape that we need a win, or whatever. My wife knows, after a game I get home at 12:30, I'm playing chess till 3 o'clock in the morning.

With all the stuff that's going on in the world - after I watch the news, read the news, and listen to my podcasts, at the end of the day, am I really going to watch an episode of murder and time travel?

At times, when I reach my saturation point, I go to some random place and throw my phone away.

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

All the best stories are but one story in reality - the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

At home, when the heating pipes made noises, I imagined a tiny person was in there skipping with a rope. The fantasy world of tiny things became my escape.

My family is from a tiny town in Alabama. So all I wanted to do was get out of this town.