Quotes About Escape

until that moment I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

Julian spoke with the clear, unequivocal lucidity of madmen who have escaped the hypocrisy of having to abide by a reality that makes no sense.

In my schoolboy reveries, we were always two fugitives riding on the spine of a book, eager to escape into worlds of fiction and secondhand dreams.

He lost himself in the words and images conjured in his mind and for a while forgot ... He found himself flying among stars and planets ...

I started off for home, where I planned to recruit a good book and hide away from the world.

De libros malditos, del hombre que los escribió, de un personaje que se escapó de las páginas de una novela para quemarla, de una traición y de una amistad perdida. Es una historia de amor, de odio y de los sueños que viven en la sombra del viento.

He let the hours go by lost in the magic of words, shedding his skin and his name, feeling like another person. He allowed himself to be carried away by the dreams of shadowy characters, the only refuge left for him.

Le hablé de cómo hasta aquel momento no había comprendido que aquélla era una historia de gente sola, de ausencias y de pérdida, y que por esa razón me había refugiado en ella hasta confundirla con mi propia vida, como quien escapa a través de las páginas de una novela porque aquellos a quien necesita amar son sólo sombras que viven en el alma de un extraño.

That book taught me that by reading, I could live more intensely. It could give me back the sight I had lost. For that reason alone, a book that didn't matter to anyone changed my life.

Pois bem,esta é uma história de livros. - De livros? - De livros malditos, do homem que os escreveu, de uma personagem que se escapou das páginas de um romance para o queimar,de uma traição e de uma amizade perdida.É uma história de amor,de ódio e dos sonhos que vivem na sombra do vento.

Ein guter Freund hat einmal zu mir gesagt, die Probleme seien wie Kakerlaken. Immer wenn er ernst sein sollte, verfiel er in einen scherzhaften Ton. Wenn man sie ans Licht holt, erschrecken sie und machen sich auf und davon.

Durante anos fugi sem saber de quê. Julguei que, se corresse atrás do horizonte, as sombras do passado se afastariam do meu caminho. Julguei que, se criasse suficiente distância, as vozes da minha mente se calariam para sempre.

Mi balenò in mente il pensiero che dietro ogni copertina si celasse un universo da esplorare e che, fuori di lì, la gente sprecasse il tempo ascoltando partite di calcio e sceneggiati alla radio, paga della propria mediocrità.

Cómo se sale de aqui? -Si tanta prisa tiene... Hay dos maneras, la permanente y la temporal. La permanente es por el tejado: un buen salto y se libra usted de toda esa bazofia para siempre. La salida temporal está por allí, al fondo, donde anda aquel atontado puño en alto al que se le caen los pantalones y hace el saludo revolucionario a todo el que pasa. Pero si sale por ahí, tarde o temprano volverá aquí.

I felt like running away and not stopping until there was no more world left to run from.

Sono cresciuto in mezzo ai libri, facendomi amici invisibili tra le pagine polverose di cui ho ancora l'odore sulle mani.

Y dicho esto con más solemnidad de la que probablemente merece la ocasión, más vale aterrizar a ras de página y pedirle al amigo lector que nos acompañe al cierre de esta historia y nos ayude a encontrar lo más difícil para un pobre narrador atrapado en su propio laberinto: la puerta de salida.

En mi mundo, las grandes esperanzas sólo vivían entre las páginas de un libro.

This is where tragedies and romances began and ended, as did escapes and returns, betrayals and absences. Life, some said, is a railway station where one almost always enters, or it gets put into, the wrong carriage.

I had not understood that this was a story about lonely people, about absence and loss, and that that was why I had taken refuge in it until it became confused with my own life, like someone who has escaped into the pages of a novel because those whom he needs to love seem nothing more than ghosts inhabiting the mind of a stranger.

Esta es una historia de libros. De libros malditos, del hombre que los escribió, de un personaje que se escapó de una de sus novelas para quemarla, de una traición y de una amistad perdida. Es una historia de amor, de odio y de los sueños que viven en la sombra del viento.

La gente iba y venía de sus vidas en busca del metro, la compra o el olvido.

She said that someone had been following her and she was afraid it was the man called Coubert, who was trying to get hold of the books to destroy them.

Julián lived within himself, for his books and inside them—a comfortable prison of his own design