Quotes About Escape

sad things are beautiful only from a distance therefore you just want to get away from them from a distance of one hundred and thirty years ....i'm going to distance myself until the world is beautiful

He wanted to hide by shrinking past zero, through the dot at the end of himself, to a negative size, into an otherworld, where he would find a place— in an enormous city, too large to know itself, or some slowly developing suburb— to be alone and carefully build a life in which he might be able to begin, at some point, to think about what to do about himself.

I'd like to disappear one day...I get the feeling sometimes that I can do that. It's like there's some place I really want to go to, and I'm not sure where, but I can still go. I think I'd really like that. I'd sit down one afternoon. I'd say, "Okay now, Susan, time to go." Clasp my hands or something. Then I'd do it. I'd just be gone then. No one would know. I wouldn't even know.

Pessoa talked about there being no escape," the bear said. "He was right.

It was enough to make me feel like retreating into some wooded or snowy clime, where only the most determined photographers or Mary-hunters might find me.

He wanted more than anything, to walk over the bridge. To just leave Oyster Point and go to college in the city, where maybe people were different. But he also said that he was afraid that if he set out to cross that bridge, he might not make it to the other end without giving in to the temptation to jump and just be done with it.

I itched to have my phone in my hands so I could . . . I didn't even know what. I wanted distraction. I wanted a Hermione Time-Turner. I

The more I read, the hungrier I become. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world, other destinies, other dreams.

It is not easy to explain how I felt while I read, but I will try. No doubt you, as a reader, will understand. It appeared I found myself in a place where no one could bother me, where no one could reach me. I grew impervious to all the noises around me.

j'étais animée d'une faim nouvelle, et certains jours, j'étais véritablement vorace. Le besoin de lire s'emparait de moi et exerçait sa délicieuse et grisante emprise. Plus je lisais, plus j'avais faim. Chaque ouvrage était riche de promesses, chaque page que je tournais était une équipée, l'attrait d'un autre monde.

Nå vet jeg at som leser må man ha tillit til forfatterne, til dikterne. De vet hvordan de skal gå frem for å rykke oss opp fra vårt vanlige liv og sende oss gyngende over i en annen verden vi ikke engang ante eksisterte. Det er det talentfulle forfattere gjør.

Love is a maze. Once you get in it, you're pretty much trapped. Maybe you manage to claw your way out, but then what have you accomplished?

Love is a maze.Once you get in it, you're pretty much trapped.

When a woman tells you she is having your baby, your first mind is to get the hell out. It's like if the house is on fire. You don't think to escape, you just do It's human nature because you now she is asking you for your whole life. And a man don't have but one life.

So i sneak out to the garden to see you, we keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew, so close your eyes, escape this town for a little while.

that a ship is a book that can ferry you away to distant worlds.

Cheeca Lodge on Islamorada.

Abject terror at one's dire surroundings is oft mitigated by strong drink, I find.

My mind became a sanctuary for secret thoughts of escaping from this household.

I have a whole room fully dedicated to playing games. Special chair on the ground with the speakers in it. The whole thing.

Am I happiest on the farm or out in the middle? I am a cricketer, but the farm is a very special place and I absolutely love being in the countryside and getting away from the bubble. I like to think I'm a farmer, but there's so much experience that goes into that.

I go every year to the Huvafen Fushi in the Maldives and it's spectacular.

I was raised on John D. MacDonald's Travis McGee series. Something about this genre - hard-boiled-private-eye-with-heart-of-gold - never failed to take me away from whatever difficulties haunted my daily world to a wonderful land where I was no more than an enthralled spectator.

Not everybody fantasizes about robbing a bank, but I think most people have that fantasy of being in a high speed chase.