Quotes About Escape

Books, wherever they were in the world, always felt like home to her.

Once you've fallen in love with books, their presence can make you feel at home anywhere, even in places where you shouldn't belong.

incredible how familiar the place feels, though I've never been here. Once you've fallen in love with books, their presence can make you feel at home anywhere, even in places where you shouldn't belong.

Because books bring us to another time and place," the

That's what books were for, after all. They were passageways to other worlds, other realities, other lives one could imagine living.

There is no such thing as escape after all, only an exchange of one set of difficulties for another. It wasn't Mark or the farm or marriage I was trying to shake loose from but my own imperfect self, and even if I kept moving, she would dog me all the way around the world, forever.

We're so trendy we can't even escape ourselves.

Books are fun, Nicholas, he says, they're like amusement parks for readers. Yeah, well, maybe they would be fun if I got to pick the rides sometimes, you answer

Tengo muchas ganas de huir y, sin embargo, ya no sé de lo que estoy huyendo.

Zzt motioned with the blaster barrel. 'Why don't you just walk out of here and have a nice crap.

No, I'll dream another dream," he said. "I've made up so many things, now I'll just go into one. I'll be part of it.

Instead, I had been pushed further and further into a fate from which no escape or reprieve seemed possible. And so there came a moment when I stopped struggling, when I decided that I would cease making any more plans to return to the old days. I made up my mind to look upon the present as exactly what it was: it was all I had. To add to my sense that my curse had turned into a blessing, not only was I free—I was no longer alone.

Once upon a time, a girl lived in a sandcastle, making monsters to send through a hole in the sky.

On the occasions that he did look up from the page, he would seem as though he were awakening from a dream.

they cupped their wings around their happiness and called it a world, though they both knew it was not a world, only a hiding place, which is a very different thing.

She wanted to climb out of her life as if it were a seashell she could abandon on the shore and walk away from, barefoot.

Saved from war by poor navigation?

She felt, beneath her feet, the shifting of the planks she'd laid across the quicksand of that other life. She'd thought she could escape it? It was there, it had always been there, and this life she'd built on top of it felt about as sturdy as a shantytown on the flank of a volcano.

She couldn't fly, but it could. It was a kind of escape, but it mocked freedom. She was still a prisoner, a secret monster. But now she was a prisoner and secret monster who could spy on the life that she could never have.

Solo estaba pensando -dijo Sparrow- que nuestra vida, cuando estamos despiertos es como la ciudadela. Quiero decir, que está encerrada. Transcurre en el interior, sin cielo. Pero soñar es como el jardín. Al soñar se puede salir de la prisión y percibir el cielo que hay alrededor. En un sueño puedes estar en cualquier sitio. Puedes ser libre. Tú también mereces eso, Sarai

Those who flee temptation generally leave a forwarding address.

Beauty for some provides escape, who gain a happiness in eyeing the gorgeous buttocks of the ape or Autumn sunsets exquisitely dying.

The Dream Keeper Bring me all of your dreams, You dreamer, Bring me all your Heart melodies That I may wrap them In a blue cloud-cloth Away from the too-rough fingers Of the world.

For poems are like rainbows; they escape you quickly.