Quotes About Escape

Ya estaba preparando la huida, la muy cerda. Bien lo decía el proverbio chino: cuando la pobreza entra por la puerta, el amor salta por la ventana.

Lo que hace soportable la vida es la idea de que podemos elegir cuándo escapar.

From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum, From the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon, Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been, Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen, We can sail, we can sail with the Orinoco Flow, We can sail, we can sail, Sail away, sail away, sail away.

If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, then I'd hide somewhere far away.

The guilty man may escape, but he cannot be sure of doing so.

Meski bisa mengelak dari hukuman, orang yang melarikan diri tidak mungkin bisa hidup tenang, karena mereka selalu dikejar ketakutan akan masa yang akan datang mau pun masa kini.

Epicureanism was devised specifically as a "salvation" philosophy, a positive way of escape from a most unpleasant social and political environment. So it became imperative, in a positive sense, for the Epicureans to imitate the perfect serenity and self-sufficiency of their own idealized gods, who were actually a psychological projection of the kind of beings they themselves wanted to be.

We feel free when we escape — even if it be but from the frying pan into the fire.

No matter where you go, no matter how far you run, you can't run away from yourself.

It was the apparent isolation of the place that touched her; it was somewhere she felt she could be separated from the rest of the world.

Many are prepared to live a life of "wishless" happiness and undemanding contentment, when escaping from bad luck in the nick of time or just being lucky, once in a while, is a satisfactory option. ( " Happiness blowing in the wind. " )

But I though you were dead!" "Obviously not. Now, let's get out of here!

Stay away from Twolegplace!!!!

I've been buried alive!

we'll end up in the Twoleg horseplace

I personally believe Patch scared the pants off normal, and it took off running for the far side of the world.

But many of us seek community solely to escape the fear of being alone. Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.

Movies are a couple of hours, while books transport you for days or weeks. You can live in the pages of a book.

When she was reading she wasn't the quiet Sullivan twin, she wasn't the one no one ever noticed. She became a princess in a castle. Or a clown juggling under the circus big top. She explored jungles on elephants' backs and took trips to Mars on spaceships. Reading took her anywhere she wanted to go. And Sophie found that she wanted to go absolutely everywhere.

At this point, a mental institution was a far likelier future home for Jenny than a prison. "But before I do, I need you to help me with something," Jenny said. "Out on the back deck. I've got two dozen containers of gasoline waiting." She shoved the butt of the gun into Maya's spine. "Go.

I've always liked books," she said softly. "I love being around them. I love getting loaf in a story, a world. I love that I can become anyone, that I can become anyone, that I can live any fantasy.

You don't need to know what you're escaping from to become a fugitive.

Life is constant change, and nowhere is this more marked than in a village which used to be a centre of work and is now largely an escape from it.

Oh, blessed quality of books, that makes them a refuge from living! For in a book everything can be made to fit in, all tedium can be skipped over, and the intense moments can be made timeless and eternal.