Quotes About Escape

Why shouldst thou tarry so much as one other day in the torments that have so gnawed into thy life!—that have made thee feeble to will and to do!—that will leave thee powerless even to repent! Up, and away!

I have an almost miraculous power of escaping from necessities of this kind. Destiny itself has often been worsted in the attempt to get me out to dinner.

The tendency of her fate and fortunes had been to set her free. The

Midshipman Edward Pellew was in the British boat right behind Arnold's. The American general had escaped, but in his haste he had left behind his stock and buckle, which Pellew took as a keepsake. Years later, by which time Pellew had become the much-decorated admiral Viscount Exmouth, he could not help but wonder how differently the War of Independence might have turned out if on that cold autumn day near the southern tip of Lake Champlain he had captured Benedict Arnold.

The Germans now wanted to increase heavy water production to five thousand kilograms a year, and Paul Harteck, whom Tronstad knew from Cambridge, was on his way to advise on new methods to obtain such levels. Realizing the importance of conveying this information to the British, but with Skylark B in jeopardy, Tronstad found a courier—a man planning to escape by boat to Scotland the following week.

The next morning, September 26, two members of the resistance network picked him up in a truck. They drove toward neutral Sweden, a hundred miles away. An hour's hike from the border, they got out and set off on foot through the woods.

He had always figured it was going to be a one-way journey, he said, and now he wanted his leader to know that he did not intend to slow down the team if they had the chance to escape. He would find his own way. "Nonsense," Rønneberg said flatly. "You've kept up with us until now, and you can keep up with us to Sweden." For this decision the young leader did not offer a vote.

For a young man who had chafed within the stern, moralistic, anhedonic world of his father, animation provided escape, and for someone who had always been subjugated by that father, it provided absolute control. In animation Walt Disney had a world of his own. In animation Walt Disney could be the power.

Let's all forsake, The Land of Wake, And break for the Land of Nod. Where we can try, To touch the sky, Or dance beneath the sod. A toll for the living, A toll for the lost, A toll for the wise ones, Who tally the cost, So let's escape, Due south of Wake, And make for the Land of Nod.

The thing was, if I had found a way to escape- even for just a little while- I knew the pain would be there waiting for me when I got back.

The result leaves my brain somewhere in orbit beyond Saturn, where it can't bother anyone, especially me.

black holes generate an amazing amount of light. The problem is, their gravity is so great, the light can't escape—it just gets pulled in along with everything else.

You know, he said, his voice making me feel cold in spite of the heat, this city can get ahold of you and pull you back no matter how hard you try to climb out. Like a grave.

Goddard clapped his hands together, truly tickled. I have so missed these conversations with you! You mean the ones where you gloat, and I'm tied up? You see? The way you get to the heart of the matter is always so refreshing. So entertaining. I'd keep you as a house pet, if I didn't fear you'd somehow escape and burn me to a crisp in my sleep. I would, and I would, Rowan told him. I have no doubt.

A place you will visit again and again. A gateway to all the places you don't want to be.

He will pretend like it never happened," Scythe Curie told her as the two of them drove home from the airport. "That's the closest the man will ever come to an apology." "But it did happen," Citra said. "I had to hurl myself from a building to escape from it." "And I had to blow up two perfectly good cars," Scythe Curie said wryly.

She now understood the allure the sea held for Jeri. The freedom to leave your darkest shadows behind, and the hope that those shadows might drown before they could find you.

Les diría que si están huyendo, que huyan, porque tienen todo el derecho a intentar sobrevivir. Pero que no importa lo que les suceda, porque su vida tendrá sentido.

In order not to feel time's horrid fardel bruise your shoulders, grinding you into the earth, get drunk and stay that way. On what? On wine, poetry, virtue, whatever. But get drunk!

For every letter of creditors, write fifty lines on an extraterrestrial subject and you'll be saved.

A cada minuto nos sentimos aplastados por la idea y la sensación del tiempo. Y no hay más que dos recursos para escapar a esa pesadilla, para olvidarla: el placer y el trabajo. El placer nos gasta. El trabajo nos fortifica. Elijamos

Now is the time to get drunk! To stop being the martyred slaves of time, to get absolutely drunk - on wine, poetry, or on virtue, as you please.

You must be drunk always. That is everything: the only question. Not to feel the horrible burden of Time that crushes your shoulders and bends you earthward, you must be drunk without respite. But drunk on what? On wine, on poetry, on virtue — take your pick. But be drunk.

Para no ser esclavos y mártires del Tiempo, embriagaos, embriagaos sin cesar. De vino, de poesía o de virtud; de lo que queráis.