Quotes About Escape

A lot of people travel because they are unhappy, but travelling does not necessary makes one happier. Sometimes it exacerbates the unhappiness, the loneliness.

I'd run. But maybe you can't run. Think of that, too.' His yellow eyes seemed to look inward, and he sounded tired. 'Sometimes you can't run.

Sometimes I forget myself in a book. And when i have to stop reading it takes me a minute to remember where I am. Or who I am.

There is no time to escape reality.

Seriously, this old woman had no idea how close she came to being squashed like a roach. -Sage Hannigan, Contingency

Why do we need time travel? All the answers come down to one. To elude death.

To all the readers, whom despitethe attraction of tv, of internet, of family troubles, of video games, of sport, of night clubs, have found some hoursso we can all dream together.

Any time I have any time off, I try to travel.

The only thing I like about air travel is it gives me time to read.

Music is a way to dream together and go to another dimension.

I think music should be judged on what it is. It should be very high and above everything else. It is a beautiful way of bringing people together, a little bit of an oasis in this messed-up world.

She fled up the stairs to her room. But her room did not provide sanctuary enough. She needed to be quite alone. She needed to be somewhere where she could recollect herself and find some peace.

Where would we go?' she asked. 'Far, far away.' His eyes dipped to her lips when she moistened them with her tongue. 'Ah.' Her voice was a breathless whisper. 'The very best place to go.

And then, when I was at my lowest ebb, you came. And you somehow coaxed me into talking to you as though you were a trusted confidant. And then you flirted with me. For a few moments you bore me off with you to the sunshine above the clouds in a hot air balloon, wrapped together in warm furs and bound for a place far, far away. And then you kissed me.

You cannot fail to enjoy yourself there and forget all your woes.

She did not move. She had her eyes closed. I don't care, she said after a few moments of silence, about tomorrow or about propriety or about anything except tonight and this place. And you.

His hand shot up to grasp her wrist as her hand flashed toward his face. 'No, not this time,' he said, eyes narrowing. 'That last time you had the advantage of surprise, my love, but I learn by experience. Hit me again, Elizabeth, and I may reply in kind. You would not escape with a kiss this time.' He released her wrist.

She had to get away. She could not stay this close to him and yet this far away from him for much longer.

He looked as if he would dearly love to escape, Henry thought as she too stood momentarily alone at the other side of the ballroom.

Hope—cruelest of the evils that escaped Pandora's box—smiled on him gently all that summer.

But it's a neurological fact that the scared self holds on while the reasoned one lets go. The adrenaline that let our ancestors escape the sabertooth tiger sears into the meat of our brains the extraordinary, the loud. The shrieking fight or the out-of-character insult endures forever, while the daily sweetness dissolves like sugar in water.

PART I Escape from the Tropic of Squalor

Yet through alcohol's alchemy, I'd swear some nights his shadowy form stands in the yard behind an old push-type lawn mower. Why'd you keep drinking? And Daddy, who was a shrugger, a starer into distances, shrugs and stares. You know…Then he dissolves into the falling snow. I upend the smooth bourbon, trying to achieve the same blunt, anesthetized state that once snuffed him out.

from Hum, Hum Oh the house of denial has thick walls and very small windows and whoever lives there, little by little, will turn to stone. In those years I did everything I could do and I did it in the dark— I mean, without understanding. I ran away. I ran away again (from poem: Hum, Hum)