Quotes About Escape

Reading in bed jumpstarts dreams.

I like to party, and by party I mean a slumber party for one with plenty of books to read.

That heartbreaking moment when you finish an amazing book, and you are forced to return to reality.

When danger reared its ugly head, He bravely turned his tail and fled.

Because this woman sobbed in the way that all women sob, whether they do it outwardly or whether they keep it silently locked up inside themselves. They sob because they realise, one day, that they were born on a planet of men, and that short of death or spinsterhood they can never escape. Effie's Aunt Rachel used to say, 'Even the slaves could run away, but where can women go?

People read books, didn't they, to get away from themselves, to escape the troubles of their lives?

The truth is whatever you can't escape.

She can see now (the baby has shown her) that to be in the world is to be in danger; and to move through the world is to be in a constantly shifting relationship with tragedy: we avoid it by a wide margin, or we narrowly escape it, or we feel it suddenly upon us, a thing too big and fast-moving to be outrun.

There is no environment where man can flee to escape the revelational presence of God (Ps. 139:8).

You get them to the main gate, don't stop until you're outside," Bell tells her, then turns, directing his words at the others. "You understand? All of you, follow Lilac. Follow Lilac. Don't stop. Run." "Lily runs," the girl says softly. "Lilac dances." "Not today," Lilac says. "Today, we run so fast that Lily won't believe it when we tell her. Right?" The girl nods, wide-eyed.

The secretary was not an attractive woman, nor did she do much with what she had. She also looked nervous; her eyes darted about the room as though she were looking for a means of escape. Jade almost smiled as she struggled to respond to this unusual situation.

Have you been worried since he broke out?" Jade asked. "Well, I suppose worried isn't quite the word for it. Concerned. Concerned is a better word.

Dying, she thought, is the only way out of what is happening to me.

Books fall open, you fall in. When you climb out again, you're a bit larger than you used to be.

I entered the empty room. I sat on the floor and drew pictures all day. One day I held a picture against the bare wall: it was a window. Climbing through, I stood in a sloping field at dusk. As I began walking, night settled. Far ahead in the valley, I saw the lights of the village, and always at my back, I felt the white room swallowing what was passed. from "The Room," Selected and New Poems. (Wesleyan University Press, 1988)

I have seen yoga teachers, almost in frenzy, looking for something new; new postures, breathing exercises, styles of yoga, teachers and so on. But what are they really searching for? Escape from boredom.

Jusqu'où faut-il s'enfuir pour guérir une absence? Jusqu'où faut-il s'enfuir pour échapper à sa douleur, à son ombre, à sa vie?

Les livres ont une singularité qui confine à la magie : ils sont un passeport pour l'ailleurs, une grande évasion. Ils peuvent servir de viatique pour affronter les épreuves de la vie.

Les livres ont une singularité qui confine à la magie : ils sont un passeport pour l'ailleurs, une grande évasion.

Pour fuir ce monde saturé d'écrans, mais vide d'intelligence.

Otkako znam za sebe, uvek sam ose?ao da sam sam, nekako otu?en od sveta, od larme i mediokriteta koji se šire poput zarazne bolesti. U jednom trenutku, pomislio sam da bi knjige mogle da me izbave od tog ose?aja napuštenosti i apatije, ali ne treba previše o?ekivati o knjiga. One vam pri?aju pri?e, omogu?avaju vam da proživite, posredno, deli?e stvarnosti, ali nikada vas ne?e uzeti u naru?je da vas uteše.

U getu nema budu?nosti, nema perspektive. Jedina realna ambicija ovde je preživeti ili pobe?i.

It does not always work, but sometimes, for a few hours, fiction is genuinely more powerful than life.

Morirse en Narcolandia representaba un one way ticket a la Dimensión Desconocida.