Quotes About Escape

Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes in around her

You should not have run.

Por un instante recordó el antiguo mito de Dédalo: el muchacho recorrió el laberinto del Minotauro con una mano pegada al muro, pues le habían garantizado que, si no dejaba de mantener contacto con él, encontraría la salida.

Get the hell out of here!

Al diablo con este auditorio vacío", declara. "Mi hotel está aquí al lado. ¡Vayamos al bar!".

According to the study, the vast majority of university students, after clicking on a depressing news article about arctic ice melt or species extinction, would quickly exit that page in favor of something trivial that purged their minds of fear; favorite choices included sports highlights, funny cat videos, and celebrity gossip.

There's nothing like getting trapped in a magical nightmare world to make you reexamine your priorities.

Haven't you ever harbored the secret thought that somewhere Huck and Jim are—at this instant—poling their raft down some river just beyond our reach, so much more real are they than the shoe clerk who fitted us just a forgotten day ago?

But as long as the task is both onerous and repetitive, I discovered, the mind is not only free to wander to more imaginative climes, it actually flees to higher planes.

People scream and run for coyer.

Anything is better than this penny-dreadful tale I've found myself in.

He wished he were home in Charleston, listening to the Dave Brubeck Quartet on the stereo and reading Bruce Catton.

I have been writing all my life. Growing up, I wrote in soft-covered journals, in spiral-bound notebooks, in diaries with locks and keys. I wrote love letters and lies, stories and missives. When I wasn't writing, I was reading. And when I wasn't writing or reading, I was staring out the window, lost in thought. Life was elsewhere-I was sure of it-and writing was what took me there.

A: "Nobody Knows It but Me" is by ad copywriter Patrick O'Leary. Many readers asked for the text. Here it is: "There's a place I travel when I want to roam, and nobody knows it but me. / The roads don't go there and the signs stay home, and nobody knows it but me. / It's far, far away and way, way afar. It's over the moon and the sea / and wherever you're going that's wherever you are. / And nobody knows it but me.

And no Grand Inquisitor has in readiness such terrible tortures as has anxiety, and no spy knows how to attack more artfully the man he suspects, choosing the instant when he is weakest, nor knows how to lay traps where he will be caught and ensnared, as anxiety knows how, and no sharp-witted judge knows how to interrogate, to examine the accused, as anxiety does, which never lets him escape, neither by diversion nor by noise, neither at work nor at play, neither by day nor by night.

A man that coveted a retreat in this world might as agreeably spend his time... in Dorchester as in any town I know in England.

He who wants the world must first escape from it.

Is it really possible to quit, and step out of a car that's taking you someplace terrible?

They would always find excuses to slip away, afraid to reveal the narrowness of their knowledge.

Before he could say any more or try to stop me, I was out of the lab, and I caught the elevator down and out of Beekman for the last time.

If I coud I woud sit down and reed all the time.

They made an ingenuous and disorganized effort to escape from captivity but ultimately failed, because they were unable to find the bars of the cage. If you can't discover what's keeping you in, the will to get out soon becomes confused and ineffectual.

His cars were his magic carpets.

I understand what's it like to work all week and on Friday night just want to go and leave your brain at the door, buy some popcorn and be thrilled by something.