Quotes About Escape

Timing is a wonderful thing sometimes. It can save us from ourselves.

But those misgivings come less from the resulting loss of familial memories than because it gave Lorelai the working-class skills to escape inherited class obligations and to make her own way in the world. That's one reason why Lorelai is powerful and fearless in ways Mrs. Kim and Mrs. Gilmore are not. She's self-confident enough to accept those things she can't control and to rely upon the kindness of strangers.

I've got you, Agnes, Taylor said, not fazed in the slightest. You had me, Taylor, Agnes said. Now you've got Brenda, you poor, doomed sap. And Joey 'The Gent' and Shane after your ass. You better go now. Your flunky is out in his van, and his feet are turning to ice while you wait. At any minute now, he's going to tear up that report and go somewhere far away until the wedding is over. Nah, he- And Shane's coming home any minute. Taylor looked over his shoulder.

I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home.

Seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes - some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world - some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

Leave me, before I get over the wall & slay you.

agreed with George, and suggested that we should seek out some retired and old-world spot, far from the madding crowd, and dream away a sunny week among its drowsy lanes—some half-forgotten nook, hidden away by the fairies, out of reach of the noisy world—some quaint-perched eyrie on the cliffs of Time, from whence the surging waves of the nineteenth century would sound far-off and faint.

far from the madding crowd

Thus does unjust suspicion follow even the most blameless for, as the poet says, Who shall escape calumny? Who, indeed!

No, no. It's not your fault. 'Books, books, I need my books.' Have you re-read those books yet, by the way? - Jerry, Seinfeld

I think that comedy makes everyone feel weightless. The weight of whatever their troubles, or the weight of life, and in that moment, when you're laughing, it's like you're free of earth's gravity.

In our minds we tried to pin her to a corkboard like a butterfly, but the pin merely went through and away she flew.

I had to get out. Move. I ran through neighborhoods, other lives, other worlds. Solipsism. A man on his lawn mower. Green and yellow. A high-school kid with earphones, washing his car, suds creeping down the driveway. High in the bright blue sky the moon showed like a fading fingerprint. It seemed so weak, so out of place, as if it stumbled into broad daylight by mistake. Unseen protons dying by the billions.

I kept getting high to kill my shame at the fact that I kept getting high.

In this colored world of television, gardening was the white cane of a blind man. By changing the channel he could change himself.

Despite everything that life had shown me, I always believed in love: I wanted someone to take me away from these simple feelings I knew.

The minute we hit the air, you are surprisingly relaxed. All of your problems seem to go away. Your stomach doesn't drop. There's no falling sensation. It's just freeing. It's as close to flying as you'll ever get. A calm like you've never known before, and you don't want it to end.

With her own hand she'd painted herself into a corner, and then out of the picture altogether.

Books are the best means—private, discreet, reliable—of overcoming reality.

My grandfather always says that's what books are for. To travel without moving an inch.

I had never traveled alone before and I discovered that I liked it. No one in the world knew where I was, no one had the ability to reach me. It was like being dead, my escape allowing me to taste that tremendous power my mother possessed forever.

In the pool I lose myself. My thoughts merge and flow. Everything—my body, my heart, the universe—seems tolerable when I'm protected by water and nothing touches me. All I think about is the effort. Below my body there's a restless play of dark and light projected onto the bottom of the pool, that drifts away like smoke.

There's no escape from the shadows that mount, inexorably, in this darkening season. Nor can we escape the shadows our families cast. That said, there are times I miss the pleasant shade a companion might provide.

That's what books are for, to travel without moving an inch.