Quotes About Escape

Most addicts kill themselves by just trying to get some sleep.

At least the Château Marmont kept looking as if when you entered a room you might be in Tangiers when you left. But then, my friends are the type who love Tangiers, and I've always been afraid if I went to the actual place, I'd never come back.

The word "escape" had blown out the glow: it was so boring of these American women to imagine they were worth pursuing.

And when it's unavoidable, for business reasons, that the northern sister make a trip to the grisly south, she holds her breath until she once more flies over the narrow escape of water that is the San Francisco Airport.

We see not because everything is visible, but because something always defies the eye, persisting beyond the remit of mere representation. This something, which Pasolini endeavors to situate at the heart of filmmaking, is preceisely 'that which always escapes from the grasp of that form of vision that is satisfied with itself in imagining itself as consicousness' (Lacan, 1998).

Vacation is what we take , when we can't take , what we 've been taking ,any longer.

When you look more closely at the mechanism of social life and the painful slavery of both men and machines, you see that it is nothing but a kind of typical empty anguish that makes even crime and gangs forgivable means of escape.

Though everything else may appear shallow and repulsive, even the smallest task in music is so absorbing, and carries us so far away from town, country, earth, and all worldly things, that it is truly a blessed gift of God.

por onde ella logo com medo fugia para a concava funda da casa do fumo,

To be in "play" in this way is one of our concerns to be able to escape self-conscious, intentional activity for comfortable, often purposeless activity.

From inside the thick of her grief, Lydia read. She read without lifting her eyes...only pausing when the ache in her shoulder or the pins and needles in her foot forced her to lift her eyes from the page, shift the pillows and turn the other way. Then her gaze would fall on the wallpaper with its pattern of roses and she would blink and wonder where in the world she was. Then, as she started to remember, thank God, there was the book, and she would slip under again, a sigh in her throat.

Get me outta these ropes and into a good belt of Scotch.

Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to never was there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it

I realized how trapped I was by all the talk of the end of the world.

There Laura spent many happy hours, supposed to be picking fruit for jam, but for the better part of the time reading or dreaming. One corner, overhung by a Samson tree and walled in with bushes and flowers, she called her 'green study'.

La vie est humiliante de simplicité : on fait tout pour échapper à ses parents, et puis on devient eux.

Fuir, toujours, et courir sans relâche. Et puis, un jour, s'arrêter pour dire à quelqu'un, en le regardant droit dans les yeux : c'est toi dont j'ai besoin, vraiment. Et le croire.

Kui kohtate basseiniserval naist, kes keeldub juukseid märjaks tegemast, et neid mitte sassi ajada, põgenege. Kui sellist, kes mulinal sukeldub, sukelduge järele.

Seit damals benutze ich das Lesen als Mittel, die Zeit zum Verschwinden zu bringen, und das Schreiben als Mittel, sie festzuhalten.

Fuir le bonheur de peur qu'il ne se sauve.

Estaba tan lejos de tus preocupaciones que te evadías no por el terror, sino por el fastidio.

In an instant he saw the delusion of his five hundred years. He was not looking into a box; he was looking out of one. All these centuries his mind, his body, his world had been a box of horrors. He took one last breath, then pushed open the lid of his prison and escaped.

Once again Toll-by-Night had burst out of its captivity, like a monstrous jack from an innocent-looking box. And this time Mosca was a part of it.

I'm going to get out. Her spirits lurched unsteadily into the air like a wounded pigeon. I'm going to get out of this wormpit of a town. And I will never, never come back here again.