Quotes About Escape

Sometimes Vin imagined she was like the ash, or the wind, or the mist itself. A thing without thought, capable of simply being, not thinking, caring, or hurting. Then she could be...free.

Cowardice can imitate heroism if given no where to flee

It was a nice dream, wasn't it, Syl?" he asked. "That we could escape? Find peace at long last?" "Such a wonderful dream," she whispered.

The difference between a successful thief and a dead thief is knowing when to escape with your takings.

YOU SHOULD KILL THEM. Vin looked up as she heard a pair of guards pass the door to her cell. There was one good thing about Ruin's voice—it tended to warn her when people were nearby, even if it did always tell her to kill them.

Run!" Tia yelled. Like I needed to be told.

Spook stood up as nonchalantly as he could, then fled into the night.

Anyone could end up drawing a spren, but you learned early that talking to one was pointless. Was he mad? Perhaps he should wish for that - madness was an escape from the pain. Instead, it terrified him.

The theater-goer in conventional dramatic theater says: Yes, I've felt that way, too. That's the way I am. That's life. That's the way it will always be. The suffering of this or that person grips me because there is no escape for him.

Pony Lords, jump for your lives—AAH!

Trying to escape media influences in today's culture is as feasible as trying to protect ourselves from air pollution by not breathing.

Books were so much easier to relate to than people.

I'd play every day if I could. It's cheaper than a shrink and there are no telephones on my golf cart.

This is not an exit.

literary fiction is fiction that examines the character of the people involved in the story, and that popular fiction is driven by plot. Whereas popular fiction, I tell them, is meant primarily as a means of escape, one way or another, from this present life, a kind of book equivalent of comfort food, literary fiction confronts us with who we are and makes us look deeply at the human condition.

Tomorrow, he thought, sounds wonderful: a day for oneself, a day to stretch out on a soft piece of green grass under a birch tree—the kind that had invited him today as he walked toward Falken, with its delicate leaves showing blue sky between them; a book to read, sleep to come softly; no one talking, questioning; no one to worry about, whether friend or enemy. A day to be kept for oneself.

In riding a horse, we borrow freedom

Coger un libro y perderme en el texto en los momentos difíciles ha sido siempre mi modo de buscar alivio, consuelo o, al menos, un respiro. Cuando los asuntos amorosos se torcían, echaba mano de un libro. Como consuelo después de un fracaso en el trabajo teatral o con textos cuyo final se me resistía, siempre he tenido los libros. Como linimento, pero más aún como instrumentos para desviar los pensamientos hacia otro lugar. Para hacer acopio de fuerzas.

The body is not a prison to escape from, but a temple in which God already dwells, and in which God's glory will be fully manifested on the day of the resurrection.

The spiritual task is not to escape your loneliness, not to let yourself drown in it, but to find its source. This is not so easy to do, but when you can somehow identify the place from which these feelings emerge, they will lose some of their power over you. This identification is not an intellectual task; it is a task of the heart. With your heart you must search for that place without fear.

Let me live where I will, on this side is the city, on that the wilderness, and ever I am leaving the city more and more, and withdrawing into the wilderness.

If ever I was sure that someone was coming to help me, I should run like hell.

I wish to forget, a considerable part of every day, all mean, narrow, trivial men (and this requires usually to forego and forget all personal relations so long), and therefore I come out to these solitudes, where the problem of existence is simplified. I enter some glade in the woods, perchance, where a few weeds and dry leaves alone lift themselves above the surface of the snow, and it is as if I had come to an open window. I see out and around myself.

Heaven might be defined as the place which men avoid.