Quotes About Escape

Nostalgia is toxic, false, and impulse based in a desire to escape the present into the imagined past.

Honey, the only experts in PMS are men. That's why men are so good at fighting wars; they learned Escape and Evade at home.

I would travel only by horse, if I had the choice.

Bed is like the womb, only drier and with better TV reception.

She's slicing ripe white peaches into the Tony the Tiger bowl and dropping slivers for the dog poised vibrating by her foot to stop their fall when she spots it, camouflaged, a glimmer and then full-on-- happiness, plashing blunt soft wings inside her as if it wants to escape again.

It's easier to run Replacing this pain with something numb It's so much easier to go Than face all this pain here all alone.

The only way my head was going truly somewhere else was to travel to a different life and not a different airport.

I am in flight from my story every day, and it dogs me like a faithful stray.

Per quanto ammirevole, il tuo bisogno impellente di sacrificare l'esistenza per il bene di un'altra persona poteva dipendere dal fatto che quando avevi la vita interamente nelle tue mani, non sapevi che fartene. Immolarsi a volte è un'inutile scappatoia.

However intrigued by a "turn of the page," I was mortified by the prospect of becoming hopelessly trapped in someone else's story.

La paternidad es el pago de una deuda. Pero… ¿quién quiere pagar una deuda de la que puede escaparse? En apariencia, quienes no tienen hijos se libran con alguna artimaña. Además, ¿de qué sirve pagar una deuda a quien no se la debes? Sólo la madre más retorcida siente compensados sus desvelos por el hecho de que, finalmente, la vida de su hija resulte tan horrorosa como la suya.

The only way my head was going truly somewhere else was to travel to a different life and not to a different airport.

Our God loves triumphing over what looks impossible; therefore, he calls an ambush without any means of escape "an opportunity"!

Overall, books and art were a safer escape from reality than sleep.

She spent all her free time either drawing the strange things she saw in her dreams, or with her nose inside historical novels. The world held in the pages of history felt like the real world, and the present day an illusion she had to suffer through until she could escape back into the pages of a book.

It's a good idea when you believe you're running toward something. But it can get awfully complicated when you're running from something.

Her feet tingled. One whole hour to forget about the leaky kitchen sink, her father's retirement party, and her mother's relentless questions about it. She closed her eyes. One whole hour to completely unwind and indulge her thoughts in something beside caterers, plumbers, and homicide cases.

When I read a book it feels like real life and when I put the book down it's like I go back into the dream.

The things that happened behind the closed door of that house were appalling, and like a coward, I did a flit. I left them to it.

We are setting ourselves free from these broken bodies, from this despicable world, from pain and disappointment.

Music had always conjured up a sense of another life . . . of other, better ways of feeling and existing and being.

She has no energy for practicalities. She just wants to keep herself tight inside the bubble … not let life crawl in through the gaps.

I'm not here now. This isn't happening. You're just visiting a dream of mine.

I'm not running away from my fears," I told Dane. "I'm running away from my relatives.