Quotes About Escape

Their question was, Will we survive the camp? For, if not, all this suffering has no meaning. The question which beset me was, Has all this suffering, this dying around us, a meaning . For, if not, the ultimately there is no meaning to survival; for a life whose meaning depends upon such a happenstance-as whether one escapes or not-ultimately would not be worth living at all.

Their question was, "Will we survive the camp? For, if not, all this suffering has no meaning." The question which beset me was, "Has all this suffering, this dying around us, a meaning? For, if not, then ultimately there is no meaning to survival; for a life whose meaning depends upon such a happenstance—as whether one escapes or not—ultimately would not be worth living at all.

This intensification of inner life helped the prisoner find a refuge from the emptiness, desolation and spiritual poverty of his existence, by letting him escape into the past.

To escape into the mass is to disburden oneself of individual responsibility. As soon as someone acts as if her were a mere part of the whole, and as if only this whole counts, he can enjoy the sensation of throwing off some of the burden of his responsibility. This tendency to flee from responsibility is the motif of all collectivism. True community is in essence the community of of responsible persons; mere mass is the sum of depersonalized entities.

Their question was Will we survive the camp? For, if not, all this suffering has no meaning. The question which beset me was, Has all this suffering, this dying around us, a meaning? For, if not, then ultimately there is no meaning to survival; for life whose meaning depends upon such a happenstance—as whether one escapes or not—ultimately would not be worth living at all.

Yap?lan her ÅŸeye her an dikkat edilen zoraki bir topluluk yaÅŸam?n?n, en az?ndan geçici bir süre için de olsa, toplumdan kaçmaya yönelik dayan?lmaz bir güdü yaratt??? çok iyi bilinmektedir.

Linaje de sangre de dioses/ troyano hijo de Aquiles, es fácil la bajada al Averno; / las noches y los días permanece abierta la puerta de Dite; / pero hacer el camino de regreso y escapar a los aires de arriba, / eso cuesta trabajo, eso conlleva sufrimiento. Canto VI, versos 129-130

Tum vero Teucri incumbunt, et litore celsas deducunt toto naves:  natat uncta carina; frondentisque ferunt remos et robora silvis infabricata, fugae studio.

Decked in the spoils you stripped from one I loved—escape my clutches? Never— Pallas strikes this blow, Pallas sacrifices you now, makes you pay the price with your own guilty blood!

All thinking (is) an effort to make thought escape from the thinker's mind past all obstacles as completely as possible: all society is an attempt to seise and influence and coerce each thought as it appears and force it to yield to another.

Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.

And yet, the only exciting life is the imaginary one.

Despairing of human relationships (people were so difficult), she often went into her garden and got from her flowers a peace which men and women never gave her.

I should like to tidy things up and disappear.

I intend to come to Greece every year so long as I live, Jacob wrote to Bonamy. It is the only chance I can see of protecting oneself from civilization.

So, he thinks, may I never go back to the lamplight; to the sitting-room; never finish my book; never knock out my pipe; never ring for Mrs. Turner to clear away; rather let me walk straight on to this great figure, who will, with a toss of her head, mount me on her streamers and let me blow to nothingness with the rest.

E pensai a quanto fosse sgradevole esserne chiusi fuori; e pensai a come, forse, debba essere peggio rimanere chiusi dentro.

They came there regularly every evening drawn by some need. It was as if the water floated off and set sailing thoughts which had grown stagnant on dry land, and gave to their bodies even some sort of physical relief. First, the pulse of colour flooded the bay with blue, and the heart expanded with it and the body swam, only the next instant to be checked and chilled by the prickly blackness on the ruffled waves.

My Carmen, I said (I used to call her that sometimes) we shall leave this raw sore town as soon as you get out of bed. ... Because, really, I continued, there is no point in staying here. There is no point in staying anywhere, said Lolita.

What he had really wanted to do was to tear a hole in his world and escape.

In an Anglo-Saxon thriller, the villain is generally punished, and the strong silent man generally wins the weak babbling girl, but there is no governmental law in Western countries to ban a story that does not comply with a fond tradition, so that we always hope that the wicked but romantic fellow will escape scot-free and the good but dull chap will be finally snubbed by the moody heroine.

There are events, strange happenings, that strike The mind as emblematic. They are like Lost similes adrift without a string. Attached to nothing. Thus that northern king, Whose desperate escape from prison was Brought off successfully only because Some forty of his followers that night Impersonated him and aped his flight -