Quotes About Escape

He never even felt how countless petty circumstances were fusing together to create an imperceptible but powerful stream that would carry him back into that life which he had left as a child in the slums of San Giusto in Trieste, right back into the world of ugly squalor and besetting vice from which he had run with all his strength for thirty years and which, for a long time now, he had believed was behind him.

I have to move fast, if I hesitate even a second longer, I'll lose focus and be trapped forever in this... this... toilet!

Lots of people think things would be better some other way. That's why the world's lousy with theme parks.

Tell him I took the cat

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran inside, ready to buy anything, just to escape the noise.

For now, for one night, the pressures of the job were light-years away. He could do that to her, and for her, she realized. He could open little pockets of peace.

Do you always drive this way?" "What way?" "As if we're trying to outrun an earthquake.

There's always a way out. You just have to pay the price, whether it's money, status, the emotional hit, or all of that and more. Cheating's cheap and it's lazy.

I've got to get out of this place," he said as he eased back. "That's God's shining truth. I can only breathe in cop for so long without choking." "Hey." He tapped his finger on her chin. "Excepting one.

He would never want to diminish that event, that blow. It was nothing less than a calamity. It has shrunk his world, turned him into a prisoner. But escaping death ought to have shaken him up, opened windows inside him, renewed his sense of the preciousness of life. It has done nothing of the sort. He is trapped with the same old self as before , only greyer and drearier. Enough to drive one to drink.

Tengo miedo, Simón. Cuando me duermo, ahí están los malos sueños esperándome. Trato de escaparme, pero no puedo porque ya no puedo correr.

America's over. Get out while you still can.

Tell you what, you let me go, and I'll ask you plenty of questions about your race. Until then, I'm slightly distracted with how this little vacation on the good ship Holy Sh*t is going to pan out for me.

Go 'head. Those freaky-ass black eyes had stared at Butch with the intensity of a shark. Crack open that door. Run your little heart out. Run fast, run smart, call for help. Just know that I'll come after you. Like a hearse. - Zsadist

As he stepped forward, it dawned on her that this was a bad idea. If he wanted to talk she should meet him downstairs. After all, he was very male. And she was very naked. And they were now... yup, shut in a bedroom together. Good planning. Excellent work. Maybe she should jump out a window next.

Maybe she just needed out. Out of Caldwell. Out of the CCJ. Out of the electronic family of her alarm clock and the phone on her desk and the TV that kept her dreams away while she slept.

Sometimes the worst part about trauma was not going through it. It was the aftermath, when you were free. And you obsessed about what would have happened if you hadn't gotten out.

You might as well stand over here with me by the window. If shit gets critical, we can Hollywood-stuntman it out of the line of fire.

Fantasies were not what she needed right now. What she needed was… A real bathroom with running water.

When you were trying to get away from yourself, you gravitated to the loud and obnoxious, to the extremes, to the reckless, because it forced you to scramble and hang on with your clawing nails to cliffs of your own self-invention.

Lo que necesitaba en ese momento era una buena carrera. Una larga... carrera. ¿Qué importaba que no llevara a ninguna parte? Al menos podría tener la ilusión de escapar de sí mismo.

all I wanted to do was sneak out into the night and disappear somewhere, and go and find out what everybody was doing all over the country.

There's nothing wrong with you Ray, your only trouble is you never learned to get out to spots like this, you've let the world drown you in its horseshit and you've been vexed...

the great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and even exhilaration, so goodnight