Quotes About Escape

Whenever I get fed up with life I love to go wandering in nature.

Sometimes, my books start with a scene I see in my mind, such as a woman in a wedding dress running away from her wedding like in 'Embers of Love.' Sometimes, a book can start with a character.

He's already tan, and leaning on the rail in his yellow linen shirt, with the pure glory of Venice racing behind him, I think he looks like someone I'd like to run off with, if I already hadn't.

The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away.

You are to me like white islands, in a world of vast darkness.

Skinny-dipping is like Paris. It's always a good idea.

Running away from someone you love is a race you will never win.

I love to talk to flowers. They are sensitive. And sometimes I just want to have couple of wings and fly away... Will you ever notice?

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through reading, the modern man succeeds in obtaining an escape from time comparable to the emegence from time effected by myths. (...) Reading projects him out if his personal duration and incorporates him into other rythms, makes him live in another history.

Books are what save us. Books are what don't save us.

Ens hem d'afanyar, va dir. Però no fugiu pas, vaig fer. No sou pas rates que s'escapen d'un edifici que crema. Es va tornar a posar a riure. Exacte, va dir. Hem triat d'anar-nos-en.

I thought about the days i had handed over to a bottle..the nights i can't remember..the mornings i slept thru..all the time spent running from myself.

Adam hid in the Garden of Eden. Moses tried to substitute his brother. Jonah jumped a boat and was swallowed by a whale...Man likes to run from God. It's a tradition.

Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge.

She had been so consumed with escaping her own misery, she hadn't considered the misery she might inflict.

Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.

He never spoke of that night again, not to your mother, not to anyone else. He was ashamed for her, for Mickey, for himself. In the hospital, he stopped speaking altogether. Silence was his escape, but silence is rarely a refuge. His thoughts still haunted him.' ~pg 139

For centuries, musicians have sought to find me at the end of a needle or the bottom of a drink. It is an illusion. And it often ends badly. Take

It is the inner torture of every captured soldier, the short distance between freedom and seizure. If Eddie could only jump up and grab the wing of this plane, he could fly away from this mistake.

Its the inner torture of every captured soldier, the shot distance between freedom and seizure.

Yorda turned away from the shadow-creature just as its claws were about to close on her shoulders. Her eyes met Ico's, then fell to his outstretched hand. Finally, fear spurred her to action. She ran and jumped.

She put a hand on his arm and gently pushed. What? Ico asked, his voice hoarse. You want me to run away by myself, too? Yorda nodded.

and inside it were Nadia and Saeed, who had run from war already, and did not know where next to run, and so were waiting, waiting, like so many others.