Quotes About Escape

"Weekends are life's gift to those who hate their jobs."

"You have taken from me my closest friends and have made me repulsive to them. I am confined and cannot escape; my eyes are dim with grief."

I was out with my mum when a man started screaming at me: 'Georgia Groome. I love you.' Mum and I just looked at each other for a split second – and then ran away as fast as we could.

Love is the missing factor; there is a lack of affection, of warmth in relationship; and because we lack that love, that tenderness, that generosity, that mercy in relationship, we escape into mass action, which produces further confusion, further misery.

I hate the summer.

At the age of fourteen I discovered writing as an escape from a world of reality in which I felt acutely uncomfortable.

Music has always been my protection against the world, from a very young age. I feel safe inside of a jam.

Gravity": "It's the story of how George Clooney would rather float away into space and die then spend one more minute with a woman his own age.

I had this desire to see the world. I couldn't see any of it, but I saw it in my imagination, and that's why I always read books, and I could go to Mars or Middle Earth or the Hyborian age.

Reader, pray that soon this Iron Age Will crumble, and Beauty escape the rusting cage.

Look and you wlll see, that which was can never be. When they seek a boy your age, Run, you flippin moron, run!

The worst of anything she could do to me would be to make me like her. That's why I ran away.

Everybody past a certain age, regardless of how they look on the outside, pretty much constantly dreams of being able to escape from their lives.

I remember my grandfather telling me how each of us must live with a full measure of loneliness that is inescapable, and we must not destroy ourselves with our passion to escape the aloneness.

I don't know myself, what to do, where to go... I lie in the crack of a book for my comfort... it's what the world offers... please leave me alone to dream as I fancy.

It is curious how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds.

If you travel too often, you actually come face-to-face with what you're trying to escape. I feel like when I travel alone, sometimes it's like being locked in a hotel room with my own worst enemy.

I didn't want to escape my life and become a big actress and live my dreams. That was never the way it was it was just these amazing opportunities that happened.

I am not an optimist; I am afraid that I won't live long enough to escape my bondage to the machines.

And there was a perfectly lovely room called the Browsing Room, with shelf upon shelf of books, and several tall windows looking out into the trees, and easy chairs with reading lamps, and sofas. It was far and away the finest, most comfortable room I had ever seen in my life, and I loved to sit in it.

Books were a dependable pleasure.

I suppose if I had to give a one-word answer to the question of why I read, that word would be pleasure. The kind of pleasure you can get from reading is like no other in the world.

PROLOGUE: WHY I READ It's not a question I can completely answer. There are abundant reasons, some of them worse than others and many of them mutually contradictory. To pass the time. To savor the existence of time. To escape from myself into someone else's world. To find myself in someone else's words. To exercise my critical capacities. To flee from the need for rational explanations. And even the obvious

The people on the train with me don't know it, but in my head I'm dancing.