Quotes About Escape

For me, wrestling was an escape. It was like a way out.

Furthermore, the slaves cannot be put into a more wretched situation, ourselves being judges, and the community cannot take a more lively step to escape ruin, and obtain the smiles and protection of Heaven.

If I want to be alone, some place I can write, I can read, I can pray, I can cry, I can do whatever I want - I go to the bathroom.

Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you're forced back on your own imagination.

I write most of my stuff when I'm on a train or a plane, any mode of transport. I like trains because you hear this motoric rhythm and the scenery is great. You go into your own little world. You don't have to be anywhere else.

I long for, not a writer's retreat - I can write in any situation - but a reader's retreat.

With my writing, I can still play inside an enchanted castle or live inside an old fort. I can run from ghosts or ride dolphins any day of the week.

Two hours of writing fiction leaves this writer completely drained. For those two hours he has been in a different place with totally different people.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

I gave up writing children's books. I wanted to escape from them as I had once wanted to escape from 'Punch': as I have always wanted to escape. In vain.

Whether it's fiction or nonfiction, writing takes me to another world.

It's heaven to know that it's still possible to run, though she doesn't know what she's running from.

Where shall I say you've gone? She threw an arm about airily. Oh, way up high. Over the rainbow somewhere, I guess.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be. ? Gregory Maguire

In my raveling thoughts I flew away, as if my spirit were nestled in the breast feathers of some passing hornbill or waxwing.

No wonder Wonderland isn't funny to read anymore: We live there full time. We need a break from it.

O beautiful, to make escape And leave this world behind. Had I to stay another day I'd lose my fucking mind!

Those who are roped into bed at night often fall into delusions of flight.

I wouldn't mind leaving myself behind if I could, buy I don't know the way out.

As for dreams, they are powered by urgent desire, even if that desire is only to escape the quotidian

there is no backstory in dream. Time slips all its handcuffs. So:

when we visit a new place or try a new activity—time seems to slow down, experiences seem more vivid, and our emotional responses are more intense. That's why a week on vacation seems longer and more memorable than a month at home.

But it's peculiar, as soon as I am in the midst of nature and by myself, everything that is base and trivial vanishes without trace. On such days nothing scares me; and this helps me again and again.

Of all possible debauches, traveling is the greatest that I know; that's the one they invented when they got tired of all the others.