Quotes About Escape

Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you

Wagon Train was on. It seemed to be beaming in from some foreign country. I shut that off, too, and went into another room, a windowless one with a painted door--a dark cavern with a floor-to-ceiling library. I switched on the lamps. The place had an overpowering presence of literature and you couldn't help but lose your passion for dumbness.

well, the comic book and me, just us, we caught the bus.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves Let me forget about today until tomorrow

I don't want to go to Italy no more, I don't want to go nowhere no more. You end up crashing in a private airplane, in the mountains of Tennessee... or Sicily...

In my dreams, crowds were chanting, challenging me, shouting, Follow us and fit in! I wanted to tell him that life itself has turned into a prowling lion. I wanted to tell him that I needed to escape the blaze of bullshit.

How intense can be the longing to escape from the emptiness and dullness of human verbosity, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labour, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!

AÈ™ vrea s? m? retrag într-o gutuie. Ar mirosi frumos acolo. ?i, pe urm?, acolo aÈ™ fi liniÈ™tit.

Some people need coffee; I need the outdoors.

And then away for home! Away to the quickest and nearest train! Away from this cursed land, where the devil and his children stil walk with earthly feet!

What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man? I feel the dread of this horrible place overpowering me; I am in fear -- in awful fear -- and there is no escape for me; I am encompassed about with terrors that I dare not think of...

Doors, doors, doors everywhere, and all locked and bolted. In no place save from the windows in the castle walls is there an available exit. The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

Chasing an errant swarm of bees is nothing to following a naked lunatic, when the fit of escaping is upon him!

She rushed out, because the darkness in the theater was too much when combined with the darkness in her head .

a tidal wave of blackness broke over her head. The entire world was obliterated–for a few minutes. She knew she had gone crazy. She looked around the theater to see if it had happened to everyone, but all the other people were engrossed in the movie. She rushed out, because the darkness in the theater was too much combined with the darkness in her head.

Encontrar escapatorias cuando no se quiere mirar dentro de uno mismo es la cosa más fácil de este mundo. Siempre existe una culpa exterior, hace falta mucha valentía para aceptar que la culpa - o, mejor dicho, la responsabilidad - nos pertenece tan sólo a nosotros. Sin embargo, ya te lo he dicho, es ésta la única manera de seguir avanzando. Si la vida es un recorrido, se trata de un recorrido siempre cuesta arriba.

On nights like this, when he rode out from the dark, silent house to the dark, deserted park, he could forget. He could be nothing but a solitary rider on a fast horse, wind in his face and the world open around him. No walls, no bars, no quiet weeping or screams or death. None of that could catch him. On a night like this, none of it could find him.

And yes, come to the press preview. That way if anything goes wrong, I can throw you to the paparazzi while I make my escape.

Marry her? Ha. She'd jump out the window first.

Is there anything else ye require, aside from yer freedom and a coach with four white horses to carry ye away from here?" "The horses don't have to be white," she returned. "I'm not particular.

He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.

Echaba a correr cuando las cosas se ponían feas porque estaba segura de que todo iba a terminar mal. Lo único que yo podía controlar era ser yo la que se fuera en lugar de ser la que se quedaba atrás.

Today she would like to be alone in the sea: at ease in the water, letting herself go, without anyone calling her from the shore, without spectacular rescues. Simply in the water, with the violent sea she misses because she needs it more and more. Schedules disappeared during those vacations or were so radically modified that the rhythm they marked was almost her own. Lunch was not at one but at three; dinner not at nine but at eleven.

I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.