Quotes About Escape

Hanna stood looking at him, lips tightly pressed together. Then she turned on her heel and strode out of the conference room. She had to get out of that room. Only bad things happened there. Jack

Peace wasn't what I found when I did finally fall into sleep, though. A strange dream came instead. It wasn't one of mine, though, I could tell immediately. Maybe it belonged to someone in my family, or maybe to someone nearby. I had no idea. But wherever the dream came from, it swooped into my room on dark feathers, plucked me up like a baby, and carried me away to another world, where the peace of sleep did not exist.

All the best stories in the world are but one story in reality — the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

a big boy did it and ran away

Second hand bookshops are best visited alone and in the rain.

Comedy is an escape, not from truth but from despair a narrow escape into faith.

We're all leaving now", Blue Eyes whispered to her. "Together. Out the front door. Scream, and we'll kill you here and now. "Or later", Willow suggested nervously. "Later would be a big improvement on that idea. We could meet back here in, say, an hour, and you can exhibit your homicidal tendencies then, okay? That would be way better for us.

Man seeks oblivion .

Bookshelves of summer houses are filled with dishy nonsense. They indicate how a person understands time is meant to be wasted.

I wanted to escape my head because my head is so stupid these days. I wanted to be inside someone else's head.

A Bat meeting any one running away, signifies an evasion: for although she have no wings, yet she flies.

The see lifts me again, and carries me away with it.

I wish I was away in Ingo Far across the briny sea Sailing over deepest waters Where neither care nor worry trouble me.

I fix myself a hot chocolate because it is a gateway drug to reading.

but there were ceiling fans, which is my idea of nature.

Thousands of Polish soldiers rushed west to fight the invading German army, while the Polish government slipped out the back door and raced for neutral Rumania.

el que no está preso, lo andan buscando

freedom of movement in 1940s Spain existed only as an exceptional political or social privilege: very few ordinary people escaped surveillance in a society in which travel anywhere required a safe conduct or pass from the authorities.

extra judicial murder (the ley de fugas – prisoners "shot while escaping")

This is the problem with time…It doesn't follow its own rules. It stretches or compresses at will. It's either a lingering house guest or an escape artist.

we catch a glimpse of white fur flashing by inside the bars of the woods.

The good thing about books is that they remain themselves. What happens in their pages stays there. Harriet does not like the idea of the story bleeding through into real life. She trusts a story, and doesn't trust real life. But what makes her trust a story is the knowledge that it will stay where it is, that she can visit it but that there is no chance it will visit her.

Literature is my Utopia

I wish we had not followed him! Let us run away.