Quotes About Escape

Cages were funny things. Although I'd escaped with my body long ago, only recently had my heart finally broken free. Healed by the love of a man who'd been willing to sacrifice everything, even give me up if he had to, just to see me rise.

All my sins were trapped between its covers. And the damn thing just wouldn't go away. I'd tried to escape culpability, and my culpability had had the nerve to take on a life of its own and hunt me.

I ran faster than a demon from Hell breaking out with Cerberus snapping at its heels.

There is no freedom for me here.

They did not want to be normal anymore, which only they knew. All they wanted was a roaring fire, a beach, and a wintry day with a friend.

She kept her nose in a book and her head in the clouds.

But in a dream I might get to see the part of the swamp where her body washed up, bloated and rippling, or where she escaped to, if the dream was beautiful.

But her favorite is the Houdini fantasy. Big Red disagrees with his biographers, who say that he was driven by his longing to shuck off this mortal coil. She knows that he was all the time just searching for a box that could hold him.

Secret deals get brokered behind the Barn, just north of the red sloop of the bunny hutch. A number of the presidents are planning their escape for a day they are calling the Fourth of July.

Because she needed ore than sleep. She needed oblivion.

Books are a hard-bound drug with no danger of an overdose. I am the happy victim of books.

Outside insects or maybe frogs were making the noise of phone calls. Vertical blinds drifted like bars being moved for a great escape. When you slapped a mosquito against the wall you shook the place.

Girl next to me at the baggage counter said she wrote her way to liberation. How did you handle first person narrative, I asked her. And said she knew the hole of depression, had been there. But I am out now, I escaped, I told her. 'You will fall into it again,' she said. Already I was sliding.

Living wasn't easy for you, was it? You couldn't enter your own life, but you could be someone else. You weren't you, then; you were safe.

One day, I'll run away to you.

We survive until, by sheer stamina, we escape into the dim innocence of our own adulthood and its forgetfulness.

might cover two nights. You and your mistress will have to scale

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life.

It was not that they hoped to escape another judgment which might be coming upon them; but they desired solidarity. Today we hear a great deal about the "solidarity of humanity"; and the endeavor to secure it by putting God out of His own world is a very old piece of history. Apart from Him, the only really cohesive force for humanity is absent, and confusion must be the result.

If there is a bibliographic equivalent of alcoholism, many librarians have it.

Literature is a luxury fiction is a necessity.

Bengt didn't budge. "Talk to me, damn it." "Let go!" "And where are you planning to go, Alex?" "Away!" "You can't get away. You're lugging your own prison around with you and patching up any holes from inside. Brilliant tactics, really! How does it feel?" "Safe!

You are in prison. If you wish to get out of prison, the first thing you must do is realize that you are in prison. If you think you are free, you can't escape.

Even as it clouds our corporeal vision, intoxication clarifies our spiritual vision. The mind, set free from the heavy bondage of the body, flees away like a prisoner whose guard has fallen asleep, leaving the keys at the prison gate.