Quotes About Escape

cada vez que la soledad se te mete por dentro como un continente en llamas, te amarras los cordones de los tenis y te das a la fuga por los senderos y eso ayuda, de verdad que ayuda.

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in. And that's what I guess these stories are all about. Yes, no doubt about it: I would have run. La Inca or not, I would have run.

you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

She should have kept running too but she beelined for home instead. Can you believe it? Like everybody in this damn story, she underestimated the depth of the shit she was in.

nunca se puede escapar. Jamás. La única salida está por dentro.

How wonderful to be read to. To be carried from this world and into another, born away on words.

He breathed once more, holding the air in his chest, as if it were not air but something more--a sweet taste of freedom, of all cares lifted, everything over and done.

You are Entering the Red Zone. Proceed at Own Risk. When in Doubt Run.

There was something in the pages of these books that had the power to make him feel better about things, a life raft to cling to before the dark currents of memory washed him downstream again, and on brighter days, he could even see himself going on this way for some time. A small but passable life.

God invented Iowa, he always said, so people could leave it and never come back. She wondered what she would do.

How wonderful, to be read to. To be carried from this world and into another, borne away on words. And

The Doctor's plan, such as it was, was to escape from Barinska without being shot.

Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Nelcar looked at him curiously. "How'd you get out of the colony? They must have been after you." "I .... er, borrowed a shuttle that was parked outside the Legion Club." Califa gaped at him. "You stole a Coalition shuttle? From right in front of the Legion Club?" "That's where it was," Dax explained reasonably.

It's like—all right, supposing there's a fire. What do you do? You grab everyone and everything you can and you get the hell out of there. You don't agonise about letting the fire win. Staying alive doesn't make you the fire's accomplice.

The trouble with running away is that, no matter where you go, you have to take yourself with you.

If there were no risk of a punishment, a getaway would lose the pleasure.

Without the threat of punishment, there is no joy in flight.

The suffering of being imprisoned rests in the fact that it is impossible, at any time, to escape from oneself.

The Winter Prince was before me, with his noble, knightly bearing and the impossible beauty that is paralytic at close range. And I wanted nothing more than to vanish into his arms, and his embrace, but I saw the look on his face and I remembered then that he was my enemy and that there was only one thing to do. Run.

Aunt Sookie's Malibu pad had always been magical. It was where they could be anyone or anything they wanted. ", Loving Summer by Kailin Gow

Kailin Gow is an extraordinary writer I felt as if I was in the fairy world! I can't wait to read the rest of the series." - Reader Ridge Short

What are you doing here?" "Rescuing you, obviously." "Seriously?" "You have to ask? You're my prisoner. A bunch of jumped-up idiots just wander in and steal you? I'm not going to let them get away with that-" "Oh…no, I suppose not." "It makes both of us look bad. Besides, I still need you.

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?