Quotes About Escape

We'd had money in Italy before we'd fled after my father's disappearance, and did so with nothing.

Where did the men get the gold So extraordinarily Leaving little of me left And from what men (The men that burn in my heart) I should escape. I am ashamed. If the men turn towards me Where are the rights of my solitude?

He made eye contact but he kept it like casual observation, not a fixed stare. He held his arms at his sides, not only because it was less threatening, but they'd be able to fend off a blow. He cleared the doorway so he'd have an escape route.

Love is always meant to be. Always, always, always. It is our sin, our folly, our feeble eyes that lead us astray. But love... love is love. Beyond us. Otherworldly. Godly. We capture a bit of the heavenly and hold it close and then it escapes us. We are so foolish, letting it depart! That is when tragedy occurs. Love...love is always meant to be. It may escape us, but it hovers nearby, waiting to be recaptured, held close.

I'd been brief with her, not wanting her to stress over me and Lia. I mean, she knew I'd narrowly escaped death in freeing Lia from Castel o Paratore, but she didn't know all of the details. That, like, I'd almost been killed a dozen times. You just didn't tell your mom that kind of thing—not if you were trying to keep her from rushing you off to some safe tower.

The sense of freedom amazed her. She hadn't known the weight of her prison until she felt this freedom.

Sometimes a world that doesn't exist is the only escape from the one that does.

I'm hungry for water and sky and days that aren't divided by the tiny squares in an appointment book.

I hold Huckleberry Finn real tight against my chest and start across the yard. Now we can leave this place behind anytime we want. All we gotta do is join up with Huckleberry Finn. There's room on his raft for all five of us, I'll bet. Maybe we'll find the Arcadia out there somewhere. Even though I have to head back to Mrs. Murphy's house, it feels like a whole new place. Now it's got a river in it. That

If there is magic in the world, it is contained in books.

Sometimes a world that doesn't exist is the only escape from one that does.

When I was at Mrs. Murphy's and then the Seviers' house, I thought if I could just get back to the Arcadia, that'd fix everything. I thought it'd fix me, but now I see I was fooling myself, just to keep on going, one day to the next.

She'd noticed immediately that I understood the lure of a good story. Sometimes a world that doesn't exist is the only escape from the one that does.

My landlord is blase' about the crisis and hands me a newspaper. It isn't for reading. This evening, I decide, I'm not going to be Cuban. I grab my passport from the closet and make for the nearest hotel bathroom.

What my parents kept failing to understand was how happy I was when I was alone with my books. There was no pressure to perform or be cute, and books never disappoint — unless, of course, you've chosen a bad one. But then, you can always put it down and pick up another one without any repercussions.

It's one thing to run from ghosts, it's quite another to let them catch you.

Fantasy is hardly an escape from reality. It's a way of understanding it.

I had discovered that the plainest house can crown a fantasy or daydream. An open window can be tolerated. So can an open door. But I discovered the value of four walls and a roof. Something about containment that at the same time offers escape.

People say that life is the thing, but I prefer reading.

It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere.

Red Riding Hood ran from her wolf," he told her with an edge of amusement. "Red Riding Hood didn´t know what the hell she was missing

I say, when Mercury arrives, we just pretend we're not here." Lawe tipped back his whiskey and swallowed in a single drink. "Stay real quiet. Don't make eye contact." They all nodded.

Come with me, ladies and gentlemen who are in any wise weary of London: come with me: and those that tire at all of the world we know: for we have new worlds here.