Quotes About Escape

If fight or flight is the choice, it's way easier to fly.

of people: if the shark comes, they will all escape, and leave you to be eaten.

They both went quiet, imagining a river of irises. Thatcher lay watching the sky through the leaves, white clouds skipping across small lenses of light. Here was a world, where he'd asked for nothing. He would escape with his life before the dust had settled on the collapse of his falling house.

Until that moment I'd always beloved i could still go home and pretend the Congo never happened

The notebook from the tobacco stand was the beginning of hope: a prisoner's plan for escape. Its empty pages would be the book of everything, miraculous and unending like the sea at night, a heartbeat that never stops. Salomé for her part was not worried about running out of books, only of having her clothes go out of fashion.

A blown brain will reach for any sideshow to dodge the main event.

The first time I went in, he didn't notice me because of reading a book. Not regular reading, I mean gone. He and that big book were not in this house, nor maybe this world.

the Jews scattered throughout the world over the centuries. To Spain, Germany, Russia, Poland, and many other countries. I myself come from Kiev, in Russia. Most of the Jews in Leeds also come from Russia, or from Poland. We came here to escape the terror and harassment of the pogroms directed against us. I had my baptism of fire in my own country and so, as difficult as things here can be sometimes, they are not as terrible as they were in Russia.

When the soldiers seize him, all his disciples flee. But there is someone else there, "a young man" who is "clothed with a linen cloth over his naked body." The soldiers grab this unnamed man, but he escapes, nude, leaving them with the linen cloth in their hands (Mark 14:51–52). Who is this person

The way to escape our entrapment in this world of matter is to acquire secret "knowledge" (= gnosis) from above of who we really are, how we came to be here, and how we can return to our heavenly, spiritual home.

Oh! Moeten wij eeuwig lijden of altijd vluchten voor wat mooi is?

Lorsque tout va mal, laissez tomber et allez à la bibliothèque.

Right now all he wanted was to get out of this awful place where reality had worn so thin.

Part of her wanted to run. Never mind how flowing water was bound to take her to people eventually, all that was likely just a crock of Little House of the Prairie shit.

I want to go someplace where nobody knows me and I don't have any black marks against me before I start.

Dark, don't catch me here.

I'd jump out of her mouth some night while she's snoring and run the fuck away.

He flung himself from the room, flung himself upon his horse and rode madly off in all directions.

Well, we can't all come and go by bubble!

Book love is something like romantic love. When we are reading a really great book, burdens feel lighter, cares seem smaller, and commonplaces are suddenly delightful. You become your best optimistic self. Like romantic love, book love fills you with a certain warmth and completeness. The world holds promise.

Defendant running for exit. Not to escape, but out of disgust. Judge wearing NOTHING under his robes.

I would rather wake up in the middle of nowhere than in any city on earth.

Los que fueron masacrados huyeron a su manera. Huyeron hacia algo que había mas allá; el cielo o en el peor de los casos la oscuridad eterna. Ellos fueron los afortunados porque los que quedan atrás están en el infierno.

To get around these things, Maus lived at the back of a closet. The door was