Quotes About Escape

With a book in your hand...you can go anywhere you want

For men who want to flee Family Man America and never come back, there is a guaranteed solution: homosexuality is the new French Foreign Legion.

Civilizations in decline are notable when certain of their members escape justice, and do so with impunity.

How perfect is running? This grand delusion of flight? Away from our demons, ever away, until even the self sobs loose, spins lost in our wake. Perfect, oh yes. And a thing to despise. No distance can win an escape; no speed can outrun this self and all its host of troubles. It's only the sweet exhaustion that follows that we so cherish. An exhaustion so pure it is as close to dying as we can get without actually doing so.

What did he see, I wonder? What avenue opened before him? A sudden way through, an escape from all the torment? Or was it just the venal act of a selfish child, wanting to somehow punish the woman standing before him … just passing the guilt along, as cowards will do. Well

Ruthan Gudd drew off his gambeson and paused to luxuriate in the sudden escape from unbearable heat as his sweat-slicked skin cooled. 'Well,' said Skanarow from her cot, 'that woke me up.' 'My godlike physique?' 'The smell, Ruthan.

When I Ascended, Lady, it was to escape the nightmares of feeling…" He grimaced. "Imagine my surprise that I now thank you for such chains.

Introspection was an act of supreme courage, one that few could manage. But when all one had left to stir was a heap of crumbled bones, there was nothing else one could do. Fleeing the scene only prolonged the ordeal. Memories clung to the horrors in his wake, and the only true escape was a plunge into madness – and madness was not a thing he could simply choose for himself. More's the pity. No, the sharper the inner landscape, the fiercer the sanity.

Ain't nothing so tensifying as running for your life at a snail's pace

Ain't nothing so tensifying as running for your life at a snail's pace, let me tell you

Ublala Pung grunted a laugh. 'They'd never find her if it was a manhunt.

Pain darkened the world. Pain dislocated. Turned one's own flesh and bones into a stranger's house, from which no escape seemed possible.

Truth is a pressure, and I see us all shying away. But, my friends, from truth there can be no escape.

Felisin ducked as something winged past her, leaving in its wake a musty, dead smell.

Running away never feels as fast, never as far, as it should.

The truth of futility was the hardest truth of all, and for those clear-eyed enough to see it, there was no escape.

There is an abandonment, an escape, that physical labor bestows.

Not my job to judge, boy." Baba Yaga filled and lit the pipe again. "But I do observe that its difficult to escape familiar patterns. When you live your life with cruel words, you look for people to give them to you. When you escape and evil stepmother, you take an uncaring bride. When your father throws you out, you love someone who won't love you back. And to keep yourself in cruelty, you're willing to risk head and hands on the mayors side board. Keep the pattern going. Hm.

I'm drinking away the exam results that don't take me anywhere.

A nice place to visit, before you sleep.

It's not true what they say about things being "only in your head." If it's in your head, it's in you, and you can't escape your thoughts, can't flee their effect on you. Call it psychosomatic if you want, but when thoughts affect your physiology, the problem is never just in your head.

In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own.

Un libro es una máquina para fabricar sueños. Está hecho para sacarte de este mundo.

Reading Marguerite Young's 1,200-page Miss MacIntosh, My Darling was like slipping into a luxurious opium dream.