Quotes About Escape

Because of their sacrifice, you must escape. If you don't, everything up until now will have been in vain." "But

It's the bad place I always come back to in my dreams.

I Saw A Jolly Hunter I saw a jolly hunter With a jolly gun Walking in the country In the jolly sun. In the jolly meadow Sat a jolly hare. Saw the jolly hunter. Took jolly care. Hunter jolly eager- Sight of jolly prey. Forgot gun pointing Wrong jolly way. Jolly hunter jolly head Over heels gone. Jolly old safety catch Not jolly on. Bang went the jolly gun. Hunter jolly dead. Jolly hare got clean away. Jolly good, I said.

I've never known any trouble that an hour's reading didn't assuage.

I only ask to be free, the butterflies are free.

These books were a way of escaping from the unhappiness of my life.

I want to escape from myself. For when I do start up and stare myself seedily in the face, as happens to be my case at present, my blankness is inconceivable--indescribable--my misery amazing.

My father had left a small collection of books in a little room upstairs, to which I had access (for it adjoined my own) and which nobody else in our house ever troubled. From that blessed little room, Roderick Random, Peregrine Pickle, Humphrey Clinker, Tom Jones, the Vicar of Wakefield, Don Quixote, Gil Blas, and Robinson Crusoe, came out, a glorious host, to keep me company. They kept alive my fancy, and my hope of something beyond that place and time . . .

No puede ayudarme a facilitar la fuga de mi cuerpo, pero permitirá que mi espíritu pueda marcharse. Les dije estas mismas palabras, me acuerdo. perfectamente.

Oh! for God's sake let me go!" cried Oliver; "let me run away and die in the fields. I will never come near London; never, never! Oh! pray have mercy on me, and do not make me steal. For the love of all the bright Angels that rest in Heaven, have mercy upon me!

The large rooms are too cramped and close. She cannot endure their restraint, and will walk alone in a neighbouring garden.

The wind is rushing after us, and the clouds are flying after us, and the moon is plunging after us, and the whole wild night is in pursuit of us; but, so far, we are pursued by nothing else.

Utopia is a collective shift of perception away. Abundance is all around us. Only our efforts at tower-building blind us to it, our gaze forever skyward, forever seeking to escape this Earth, this feeling, this moment.

7"The LORD shall cause your enemies who rise up against you to be defeated before you; they will come out against you one way and will flee before you seven ways.

She always carried a book, though, in case she needed to read a few pages to avoid unwanted conversation.

Trapped by reality, freed by imagination.

Seek the wilderness, for there is peace.

I'd play every day if I could. It's cheaper than a shrink and there are no telephones on my golf cart.

Disneyland is Vegas for children.

BABYLON — where I go dreaming When I weary of to-day, Weary of a world grown grey.

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.

All poetry is simply an escape from reality. It says what is palpably not true. The only difference between poets is a difference in the kind of escape they crave. Some are content with visions of a pretty girl who is also a good cook and pays for the marketing out of her own funds; others demand the insane consolations of metaphysics, or the hiding-place of a jargon no one can understand.

Book lovers never go to bed alone.

Bedtime reading is a doorway to dreams.