Quotes About Escape

Good! And what if you should happen to cough or to sneeze? A man who is making his escape does not cough or sneeze.

Esiste un modo di evitare che somiglia al cercare

It was one of those cases in which Jean Bart180 would have used the words he used to address to the sea each time he escaped shipwreck: "Cheated you, Englishman!" It is well known that when Jean Bart wanted to insult the ocean he called it the "Englishman.

How pretty it is here! It was an awful hovel, but she felt free.

Supreme resources spring from extreme resolutions. To embark in death is sometimes the means of escaping a shipwreck; and the lid of the coffin becomes a plank of safety.

Hay una manera de huir que parece buscar.

Lire, c'est voyager; Voyager, c'est lire.

You can run away from your life and your past, but there's no way to distance yourself from your own heart.

She could leave them. She could break free and go her own way. It would be frightening, but it couldn't be worse than staying, watching this toxic dance of theirs, letting their world become her world until there was nothing left of her at all, until she was as small as a comma.

She had read countless romantic novels in her life and she had dreamed of love forever; even so, she'd never known that a plain old double mattress could become a world unto itself, an oasis.

You can run away from your life and your past, but there's no way to distance yourself from your own heart.

For a magnificent moment, the world fell away and she was somewhere else, before now, or long from now, and she wasn't hungry or tired or scared or angry. She simply was. She closed her eyes and felt at peace for the first time in years. Safe.

She felt weightless, a perfect combination of sun and water, cold and hot, steady in his arms. For a magnificent moment, the world fell away and she was somewhere else, before now, or long from now, and she wasn't hungry or tired or scared or angry. She simply was. She closed her eyes and felt at peace for the first time in years. Safe.

Mama and dad had run off together; theirs was a beautiful, romantic story of love against all odds. Mama had quit high school and "lived on love." That was how she always put it, the fairy tale. Now Leni was old enough to know that like all fairy tales, theirs was filled with thickets and dark places and broken dreams, and runaway girls.

In Paris, with a glass of wine in your hand, you can just be.

Your mama told me that if a girl grows up smelling sea air, she can never really breathe inland.

For a magnificent moment, the world fell away and she was somewhere else, before now, or long from now, and she wasn't hungry or tired or scared or angry. She simply was.

She knew how dangerous escape could be. Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in.

For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place

Some people have family photos or home movies to record their past. I've got books. Characters. For as long as I can remember, books have been my safe place.

But she knew how dangerous escape could be. Survival took grit and courage and effort. It was too easy to give in.

somewhere close we can hide him." *   *   * "This is not a good idea," Gaëtan said. "Hurry," Isabelle said harshly. They were in the

Because books bring us to another time and place," the woman said as she handed over Eva's pens and accepted the francs Eva gave her. "And you look as if you need that.

My room is lined with books, most of them stacked in precarious piles on the bowing bookshelves Louis assembled years ago. They are filled with other people's stories, and I've spent my life disappearing into them. Sometimes, when the nights are dark and silent and I'm alone, I wonder if I would have survived without the escape their pages offered me from reality. Then again, perhaps they just gave me an excuse to duck out of my own life.