Quotes About Escape

A good notion for a novel is far too precious to waste; it must be caught the moment it flashes into mental view, or it will escape to the brain of some other writer who really doesn't deserve it.

But it is not possible, Theodorus, that evil should be destroyed--for there must always be something opposed to the good; nor is it possible that it should have its seat in heaven. But it must inevitably haunt human life, and prowl about this earth. That is why a man should make all haste to escape from earth to heaven; and escape means becoming as like God as possible; and a man becomes like God when he becomes just and pious, with understanding.

How well I remember the aged poet Sophocles, when in answer to the question, How does love suit with age, Sophocles,—are you still the man you were? Peace, he replied; most gladly have I escaped the thing of which you speak; I feel as if I had escaped from a mad and furious master.

Yes; the meaning is only too clear. But, oh! my beloved Socrates, let me entreat you once more to take my advice and escape.

that is not a way of escape which is either possible or honourable; the easiest and the noblest way is not to be disabling others, but to be improving yourselves.

Fear is supremely contagious, and its immediate reaction is to make one try to run away.

Nostalgia is a fragile and tender anguish, basically different, more intimate, more human than the other pains we had endured till then [...] Nostalgia is a limpid and clean pain, but demanding; it permeates every minute of the day, permits no other thoughts and induces a need for escape.

There was a method, a toilsome, age-old plan for systematic research, a kind of combined steamroller and fine-toothed comb which (in theory) nothing could escape...

Tant d'histoire, dit le duc d'Auge au duc d'Auge, tant d'histoire por quelques calembours, pour quelques anachronismes! Je trouve cela misérable. On n'en sortira donc jamais?

Ninety-seven percent of everybody you've ever met in your life, and ninety-seven percent of everybody you'll ever meet in your life, have spent ninety-seven percent of their lives running away from fear.

She wanted to run away from herself, away from her face, the hideous face that had stared back at her in the mirror with those frightening unfamiliar eyes.

Some say men continually war against circumstances, but I say they perpetually flee. What are the works of men if not a momentary respite, a hiding place soon to be discovered by catastrophe? Life is endless flight before the hunter we call the world. —EKYANNUS VIII, 111 APHORISMS Spring

No, Leweth. You fled to remember. You fled to conserve all the ways your wife had moved you, to shield the ache of her loss from the momentum of others. You fled to make a bulwark of your misery.

Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out! Get me out!

I slammed the car door, and we sped away.

Where's your sense of adventure? Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?

Faster! Shane yelled. Eve hit the gas hard, and whipped around a slower-moving van. The firing ceased, at least for now. You see why I didn't want you to stop? Okay, your father is officially off my Christmas list ! Eve yelled. Oh my God, look at my car!

Maybe I should, I don't know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don't want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

No way they could threaten him, not even with Amelie; he'd already given Amelie the finger on the way out of Morganville and he clearly wasn't worried about her coming after him— or, if so, what would happen when she did.

Planet Shane is a lovely place a long way from here.

I can always stuff you back in the bottle and shove a tampon in the top instead of a stopper, and all the other Djinn will point and laugh-

My vampire boss, who would like to maybe be my boyfriend, just dropped in to tell me he was running away because Morganville's too dangerous.

No one with a book is ever alone, even in the darkest moments.