Quotes About Escape

Oregon. Oregon. Oregon.

They were the world I could lose myself in when the one I was actually in became too lonely or harsh or difficult to bear.

Reading's my reward at the end of the day,

Books] were the world I could lose myself in when the one I was actually in became too lonely or harsh or difficult to bear.

I'd loved books in my regular, pre- PCT life, but on the trail, they'd taken on even greater meaning. They were the world I could lose myself in when the one I was actually in became too lonely or harsh or difficult to bear.

The reasons he could not continue with a book were usually the same: he would reach a particularly vivid image or a passage that threatened to pull him into another reality, and it frightened him, sometimes even into terror.

Bosco Bob! Help!" There were no returning shouts of "I'll save you" from any cavalry, and Jazz just knew he was going to wind up in a road gang chained between guys named Bubba and Maurice.

What happened?" "The coffee table tried to kill us," Marley whispered. "What did you do?" "We ducked," Tanner said. "This sounds like the bad trips my patients on drugs describe," Althea said.

There are times in life you wish dinosaurs weren't extinct and could be whistled to come and gulp you down.

can run, you can hide, but you can't escape my love

Sure." Olivia smirked. "Good ol' New York Public Library. I'm sure it's up to date on the latest Demons that escape through well-guarded Demon Gates.

Having picked some tea, he drank it, Then he sprouted wings, And flew to a fairy mansion, To escape the emptiness of the world....

Bedtime stories are a doorway to dreams.

I get so excited over sunsets and rainbows etc, when you see them it's like you can shut out the real world and envelop yourself in a beauty that almost makes it feel like fantasy.

Sipping a cup of hot tea is like a mental bubble bath.

Being a person is getting too complicated. Time to be a unicorn.

When someone told me that I live in a fantasyland, I nearly fell off my unicorn.

Vacation used to be a luxury, but in today's world it has become a necessity.

Beach air is magical.

We need rests called naps And rests called play, We need little moving rests Called getting away.

Debating where to go on holiday this year. I think maybe upstairs.

There is no such thing as time to a man in a summer vacation.

Art and Religion are, then, two roads by which men escape from circumstance to ecstasy. Between aesthetic and religious rapture there is a family alliance. Art and Religion are means to similar states of mind.

We move to Camp David and we hide. They can't get in there.