Quotes About Escape

His cheeks were all pinked up. Travel agreed with him, and she might have known: people like Quinn, always running from themselves, loved the road.

But we could not live in this world if we were not able, from time to time, to get away from it.

If we must escape from reality, it should be to a deeper, or greater, reality. This is the reality of our inner life, of our own unique vision of the world.

Mr. Nakata, this world is a terribly violent place. And nobody can escape the violence. Please keep that in mind. You can't be too cautious. The same holds true for cats and human beings.

It is a good thing to go to Paris for a few days if you have had a lot of trouble, and that is my advice to everyone except Parisians.

But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always, and always thus will be.

As far as I am concerned, all reading is for pleasure.

She...ran away so often, and with so many different people, that she became known to her family and friends as the Bolter....

For three hours that day I forgot everything except my body and my pony's body; the rushing, the scrambling, the splashing, struggling up the hills, sliding down them again, the tugging, the bucketing, the earth and the sky. I forgot everything, I could hardly have told you my name. That must be the great hold that hunting has over people, especially stupid people; it enforces an absolute concentration, both mental and physical.

The suburban dream began innocently enough one and a half centuries ago, with a weariness of city life and a craving for all things green bright and pure.

But he wasn't going for the sake of corruption or the kingdom. His tower was broken, he'd drunk Spindle-water, and he'd held my hand. So now he was going to run away as quick as he could, and find himself some new stone walls to hide behind. He'd keep himself locked away for ten years this time, until he withered his own roots, and didn't feel the lack of them anymore.

I will tell you what we shall do: if ever you need to rescue Catherine, or you Berkley, Maximus, I will help you, and you will do as much for me. Then we do not need to worry, I do not suppose anyone could stop all three of us, at least not before we can escape

Because that's what the story's really about: getting out of paying your debts. That's not how they tell it, but I knew. My father was a moneylender, you see.

I think everyone else felt as I did, secretly and irrationally, that if we could only succeed, if we could only destroy the whole place, we could save ourselves from ever having been in here.

Once we're out of the Wood . . ., I said, but my voice died in my throat. I felt odd and sick. Did you ever get out of the Wood, if you'd been in it for twenty years?

Because that's what the story's really about: getting out of paying your debts.

How far would we have to go to run from winter?

Now come on. Let's find the baby unicorns and get out of here.

Feiglings!" Eroica bellowed after them at the top of his lungs as they clawed and scattered his wing dragons.

Galina would not know where they came from; Palmira would not. Better not to know. To them they could be jewels, rich and fine, that someone had bought and paid for with gold and not with blood. They would have gone far enough away from the cruelty that made them, and then they could be only beautiful.

Onderweg was het Woud van me weg geweken, alsof het bang was dat ik de spreuk anders weer zou opzeggen. Fulmia.

The spell towed me along with them, and I was glad to lose myself inside it. All the horrors of the day didn't vanish, but the Summoning made them only one part of the story, and not the most important part.

You will be sent home. Lula loved being sent home. Her favorite books were there.

I love the solitude of reading. I love the deep dive into someone else's story and the delicious ache of the last page.