Quotes About Escape

Wherever you write is supposed to be a little bit of a refuge, a place where you can get away from the world. The more closed in you are, the more you're forced back on your own imagination.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn't carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.

We are motivated more by aversion to the unpleasant than by a will toward truth, freedom, or healing. We are constantly attempting to escape our life, to avoid rather than enter our pain we, and we wonder why it is so difficult to be fully alive. (43)

Of course it is escapist," he cried. "That is its glory! When a soldier is a prisoner of war it is his duty to escape—and take as many with him as he can." He went on to explain, "The moneylenders, the knownothings, the authoritarians have us all in prison; if we value the freedom of the mind and soul, if we're partisans of liberty, then it's our plain duty to escape, and to take as many people with us as possible.

I desperately wanted a chance to prove myself. Not because I cared a fart for druids. No. I had instead conceived a new plan for escape.

We are least ourselves when those bodies are stuck in the concrete of a city sidewalk. We are most ourselves when walking through the mountains.

To dream by night is to escape your life. To dream by day is to make it happen.

If you are in a prison of fear ... break out!

While amidst the crowd and seeking quieteness in another zone you can still get away from them by homing in on matters within.

I used self-injury as a coping mechanism to help me overcome the emotional stress that I was incapable of dealing with in any other way. Self-injury was a means of escape, a way to relieve the numbness, and an expression of the pain within me. Something that the police wouldn't care about.

Everyone or almost all eventually evade reality and we invent what we need.

If I lost a bout then I soon learned not to go home straight afterwards, I would give him time to go to the bar first. Event though I'd go to all of that trouble to escape his ranting and raving, my father would come home steaming drunk, drag me out of bed whilst I was still half asleep and beat the living shit out of me!

In fact you need do nothing to be connected with the Law of Attraction! Whether you like it or not, since the very beginning of time, it is an unyielding, never bending, unbreakable universal rule. You cannot escape it!

We already knew how much there was; it was splashed all over the evening papers in large, glaring headlines: 'Bank robbers grab £67,500!' 'Biggest bank robbery ever!' 'Daring bandits escape with huge sum!' Take your pick; it all made lurid reading. According to the press the police were closing in on the raiders and their arrest was imminent. I got up and put the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door - that should stop them!

I dived out of the office and I was gone … hitting these fields like a mad March hare. This wasn't Born Free, it was RUN FREE!

I had chosen a blind spot at the end of the plumbers' shop to make my escape bid. Under my overalls I wore extra jeans, vest, t-shirt and I had a donkey jacket on that I intended to throw over the razor wire. Hopefully the extra clothes would stop the razor wire from cutting me.

In answer to my prayers, the Devil that was supposed to be me scolded me for the request of a clergyman. The Devil spoke to God Almighty and they agreed that I could have the vicar's soul to aggravate. I wanted something I hated for my escape, and that would be the vicar that denied my powers of the voices in the sky and denounced me as 'abomination.' I would escape the obstacles and think of my power, the power to communicate with God Almighty and the Devil.

In January 1995 three prisoners, two category 'A' prisoners and a lifer escaped from Parkhurst Prison on the Isle of Wight. After four days of freedom they were recaptured. My length of freedom far surpassed theirs.

We can't all come and go by Bubble!

Let the green girl go!

Take me to a world where I can be alive

shit," he whispered as the words on the tiny screen blurred in front of him. He'd run

let the sound take you away