Quotes About Escape

When we're deluded, there's a world to escape. When we're aware, there's nothing to escape.

Ich war nie ein Wilder: zwar unangepasst, ein Sucher im Sinne von Geisteshaltung, Ideal, Ästhetik und Neugier. Und ich gehe weiterhin in die Wildnis: um einer gezähmten Welt zu entkommen, der wahren Menschennatur auf der Spur.

I imagine he knows magic, if he is reading books. The book itself doesn't matter. It's that he found another world in it.

After a time, it seemed that the world inside the books became my world. So when I thought of my childhood, it was dandelion wine and ice cream on a summer porch, like Ray Bradbury, and catching catfish with Huck Finn. My own memories receded and the book memories became the real memories, far more than the outside, far more even than in here.

Matthew has Jesus flee to Egypt to escape Herod's massacre not because it happened, but because it fulfills the words of the prophet Hosea: "Out of Egypt I have called my son" (Hosea 11:1). The story is not meant to reveal any fact about Jesus; it is meant to reveal this truth: that Jesus is the new Moses, who survived Pharaoh's massacre of the Israelites' sons, and emerged from Egypt with a new law from God (Exodus 1:22).

plan yet, Jaynes." She grimaced. Probably because she hadn't had one. "Just get as far away from the church as you can," she instructed grimly, her satin gown hissing against the leather as she shifted into a move comfortable position. Eyes darting nervously between the road and the rearview mirror, her timid driver

She'd done it! She'd escaped!

couldn't go home, she couldn't go to a friend. Getting cash and checking into a hotel would take care of the immediate problem, but not the long-term one. Ultimately, she needed to get out of town, to get as far out of Atlanta as she possibly could at the moment. Her brow furrowed. But where could she possibly— Suddenly a phrase emblazoned on a nearby awning snagged her attention. Are you ready for the time of your

Giddy with a sense of liberation, Lou clamped a hand over mouth to keep a wicked giggle from escaping.

He reached the top of the bank in a single, powerful leap. Hazel followed; and together they slipped away, running easily down through the wood, where the first primroses were beginning to bloom.

Can you run?" said Hazel. "I think not. Why you pop-eyed, back-door saucer-scraper—

Desde cuándo la seguridad ha sido tu ambición, Dickie? Huir de lo seguro: esa es la única manera de lograr que tu última palabra sea «¡Sí!»

There is no problem so big that it cannot be run away from.

So sind die Dinge manchmal. Wenn alles am schlimmsten ist, dann wirft der Verstand alles in einen Papierkorb und geht für eine Weile nach Florida. Da ist ein Was-zur-Hölle-soll's?-Gefühl in einem, während man da-steht und über die Schulter zu der Brücke zurückblickt, die man soeben niedergebrannt hat.

When everything is at its worst, your mind just throws it all into the wastebasket and goes to Florida for a little while. There is a sudden electric what-the-hell glow as you stand there looking back over your shoulder at the bridge you just burnt down.

I pity the people who don't like to read, because then they spend their whole lives stuck in this one world and dont get to discover any others.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered with an immense sadness that pursuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his figures back into dust.

The imprisoning scent of jasmine that always awakened in him a desire to flee.

Once upon a time...long ago in a far-off place that everyone knows is not here or now or us.

To be fair to them, they were only after something that walled them off from the past and from people in general, not something that offered any connection that might prove painful or human. Thet wanted stories, I came to realise, in which they were already imprisoned, not stories in which they appeared along with the storyteller, accomplices in escaping.

threatening apes. What was this room? How could he get out? The green blindfold was now wrapping around his throat, choking him. His heart was pounding. He

My parents...were people running from the past, who didn't look back at much if they could help it, and whose whole life always lay somewhere in the offing.

Fast getaways from sinister forces are sometimes essential, though what follows can mean puzzlement.

I was sayin' let me out of here before I was even born.