Quotes About Escape

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

To tell you the truth, I've just been avoiding everything.

It was then I knew I'd had enough, Burned my credit card for fuel Headed out to where the pavement turns to sand With a one-way ticket to the land of truth And my suitcase in my hand

You can run and run as fast and as far as you like, but the truth is, wherever you run, there you are.

Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape

No, that's journalism. The truth is whatever you can't escape.

Wherever you escape, the truth will find you! Always be prepared to meet with it!

We love books because they are the greatest escape. That is because our own minds eye is the purest form of virtual reality.

A book is like a vacation for the brain.

Love can take one over the clouds, out to space And also to the depths of the Earth where you get trapped and coming back feels like a forgotten dream..

Does not people's preoccupation these days with drugs, alcohol, medication and self deception prove that the truth not only hurts, but it is torture to bear?

When I escape from my cage of conformity, I grow wings to fly in search of truth and beauty.

for his books came suddenly before his eyes, row upon row of volumes, row upon priceless row of calf-bound Thought, of philosophy and fiction, of travel and fantasy; the stern and the ornate, the moods of gold or green, of sepia, rose, or black; the picaresque, the arabesque, the scientific – the essays, the poetry and the drama. All this, he felt, he would now re-enter. He could inhabit the world of words, with, at the back of his melancholy, a solace he had not known before.

Time to remind them that trapping a Rogue doesn't make him dead, just deadlier. -Corran Horn

Those who tried to escape received the customary punishment, as Nicholson harrowingly described: After they had stripped the sufferer naked, they inserted the iron pointed stake into the lower termination of the vertebrae, and thence forced it up near his back bone, until it appeared between the shoulders, avoiding the vital parts. The stake was then raised in the air and the poor sufferer exposed to the view of the other slaves, writhing in…insupportable agony.

I didn't do it,' he insisted. 'Then why did you run?' Sabrina asked. 'And send rabbits to eat us! I'm a seven-year-old girl,' Daphne said. 'Do you know how important bunny rabbits are to me?

His dreams had always been Houdiniesque: they were the dreams of a pupa struggling in its blind cocoon, mad for a taste of light and air.

The rocket was beautiful. In conception it had been shaped by an artist to break a chain that had bound the human race ever since we first gained consciousness of earth's gravity and all it's analogs in suffering, failure and pain. It was at once a prayer sent heavenward and the answer to that prayer: Bear me away from this awful place.

Never worry about what you are escaping from," he said. "Reserve your anxieties for what you are escaping to.

Sammy could not have known that one day he would come to regard all the things that their loving each other had seemed to put at so much risk--his career in comic books, his relations with his family, his place in the world--as the walls of a prison, an airless, lightless keep from which there was no hope of escape. Sammy had long since ceased to value the security that he had once been so reluctant to imperil.

Sammy dreamed the usual Brooklyn dreams of flight and transformation and escape. He dreamed with fierce contrivance, transmuting himself into a major American novelist, or a famous smart person, like Clifton Fadiman, or perhaps into a heroic doctor; or developing, through practice and sheer force of will, the mental powers that would give him a preternatural control over the hearts and minds of men.

Forget about what you are escaping from,' Ã¢â'¬Â he said, quoting an old maxim of Kornblum's. " Ã¢â'¬ËœReserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to.' 

Kornblum was, nevertheless, unable to resist offering that final criticism to his erstwhile pupil on his performance that night. "Never worry about what you are escaping from," he said. "Reserve your anxieties for what you are escaping to.

To slip, like the Escapist, free of the entangling chain of reality and the straitjacket of physical laws.