Quotes About Escape

Percy Buckle looked around his little room and knew he never had to weigh a pound of flour again in his life. I can read all day. Even as a grocer he had been a bookish fellow. All his life it had been the same -- even when he was too tired to manage more than half a page of Ivanhoe in a night, even when he smelt inescapably of sprats and mackerel, he had been a member of a lending library, and a regular attendant at the Workingman's Institute.

I can live again! I can breathe again! I can have my hatred! I can have my revenge! And I can get the hell out of New Jersey!

Y el mundo se convirtió en un país extranjero donde ya no había necesidad de huir ni de volver a casa.

This is what men will never understand, she realizes...Their dishonor, men's dishonor, can always be redeemed, defeat followed by victory, capture by escape, escape by capture. Up hill and down dale. But women are dishonored once and for all. Their only hope is to hide it. To keep it to themselves.

There are only two persons you can never, ever escape, not for one moment, either in time or in eternity: God and yourself.

Together we raced into the jungle, leaving Justin Bieber far behind.

We turned and ran, leaving Zeus hanging.

Cass, Aly, and Marco were trapped in an invisible cage. And I was on the outside.

As she ran off, Aly and Cass sank to the ground, exhaling with relief. I looked back the way we'd come. I could see through the gate and down a long, sloped path to the city plaza. Marco was nowhere in sight.

I hate being in my brain sometimes. I have to get out. - Dan

In worrying about the future, I despoil the present; in my escape, I leave a true freedom behind

Any idea where he might go if he did run away? Did he talk

ABSQUATULATE To flee, abscond, or boogie. This facetious frontier slang combines the notion of speculating with squatting or camping. An example of America's "barbaric brilliancy

Maybe I'll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place where no living thing would go. Not unless it felt that the end had come.

I'm tired and I want to rest; I want to get out of this and go lie down somewhere, off where it's dark and no one speaks. Forever.

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small… and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Isn't a beautiful dream better than a cruel reality?

She sighed. Oh, God, to be in the flyship cruising through the void. That's what I long for: an infinite void. With no human voices, no human smells, no human jaws masticating plastic chewing gum in nine iridescent colors.

You got me out of this place and here's your reward; you're everything we jointly abominate. The essence of what we're committed to destroy.

I am weak, small, of no consequence to the universe. It does not notice me; I live on unseen. But why is that bad? Isn't it better that way? Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.

Pris had now cut three legs from the spider, which crept about miserably on the kitchen table, seeking a way out, a path to freedom. It found none.

Jack thought, And people talk about mental illness as an escape! He shuddered. It was no escape; it was a narrowing, a contracting of life into, at last, a moldering, dank tomb, a place where nothing came or went; a place of total death.

The guilty, he reflected as he drove amid the heavy late-afternoon traffic as carefully as possible, may flee when no one pursues—he

Whom the gods notice they destroy. Be small . . . and you will escape the jealousy of the great.