Quotes About Escape

Is there no way out of the mind?

One doesn't become a witch to run around being helpful either…. It's to escape all that – to have a life of one's own, not an existence doled out to you by others, charitable refuse of their thoughts, so many ounces of stale bread of life a day.

Still reading, Miss St John? You read a lot, don't you? - It saves me from conversation.

I have plenty of proof of the love of God if I like to contemplate it, if I like to sit down and think about it and weigh things up. But how many of you have ever done that in the hour of trial, and found your escape that way?

My mother, stuck in Two Rivers with a head full of unfulfilled dreams, escaped every chance she got via the Two Rivers Free Library - her library card both a passport and necessary currency for her travels.

She hears a zipper, and when she closes her eyes, she can almost see Ruby's hand reaching into her backpack, finding whatever book she is reading. She wonders what world she will slip into tonight and knows this ability is something she has given her: a genetic inheritance like her dark hair and Robert's green eyes. Because the only time Sylvie leaves the house anymore is through the paper portals of her novels.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion…

The Hell of Regret He who wins the race cannot run with the pack. And once you get out you can't come back, because caged lions don't mate with free ones! If ever you are going to win, you must forsake the social construct of the cage and all the cage dwellers.

We lose ourselves in books. We find ourselves there too.

My father used to tell me that stories offer the listener a chance to escape but, more importantly, he said, they provide people with a chance to maximize their minds. Suspend ordinary constraints, allow the imagination to be freed, and we are charged with the capability of heighetned thought. Learn to use your eyes as if they are your ears, he said, and you become connected with the ancient heritage of man, a dream world for the waking mind.

During the days I felt myself slipping into a kind of madness. Solitary confinement has an astonishing effect on the mind. The trip was to stay calm and keep myself occupied. I spent hours working out how to break free. But trying to escape would have been instant suicide.

I shouldn't have said that. We should keep reality as far away as possible.

A lot of our culture and its entertainments encourage us to run away from the reality of the aliveness of our life.

I was running away," Jimbo said. "From whom?" "From myself." "A difficult endeavor," Genji said. "Many have attempted it. None that I know of has succeeded. Did you?" "Yes, my lord," Jimbo said. "I did.

Sometimes, I just want to run away from it all - Fruits Basket

It happened so quickly. One minute I was plucking the flower, and the next I was in his chariot immersed in darkness. I struggled to wrench myself free from his grasp and run away. I twisted as far as I could, hoping to see mother chasing after me. But ahead of me, behind me, on either side of me, everywhere I looked, all I could see was darkness.

She couldn't concentrate enough to lose herself in a book—her lifelong method of escape.

For me, Vegas is a vacation from being overinhibited, in the highly overinhabited yet uninhabitable city of complete uninhibition.

This is the one thing I hope: that she never stopped. I hope when her body couldn't run any farther she left it behind like everything else that tried to hold her down, she floored the pedal and she went like wildfire, streamed down night freeways with both hands off the wheel and her head back screaming to the sky like a lynx, white lines and green lights whipping away into the dark, her tires inches off the ground and freedom crashing up her spine.

I reckon it was always going to happen, one way or another. She wasn't made right for this world. She'd been running away from it since she was nine.

I coped, in the grand tradition of children everywhere, by retreating into my imagination.

In the nights afterwards I used to wake up with my mind full of those headlights, brighter and deeper than the sun. I saw them again behind my eyelids in that dark lane, and I understood then that I could have just kept driving. I could have been like Lexie. I could have hit full speed and taken us soaring up off the road, into the vast silence at the heart of those lights and out on the other side where nothing could touch us, ever.

till one day she got in a car and she just kept driving.

If you run away from trouble, it always follows.' Rather my impression, too. Though that never stopped me trying.