Quotes About Escape

En verschrikt fluistert hij tot zichzelf: ik vlucht, maar vluchtend loopt steeds een barbaar voorop: ikzelf.

"What shall you do all your vacation?" asked Amy. "I shall lie abed and do nothing," replied Meg.

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.

I don't know, Armand. It made me sick. And sad. And glad I live far—" "From the madding crowd?" Vincent Gilbert smiled and nodded. "Yes. I peek out every now and then, then scuttle back to my little cabin, where I hope so-called civilization won't find me.

They'd evaded the monster. Instead, it had devoured a frightened child.

He ran, I guess. Probably chased by a gang of music lovers.

Florence had made a tent of her bedding and was under it with a flashlight, reading The Little Prince.

Y las bibliotecas: silenciosas, tranquilas. Un refugio para el caos de la vida adolescente.

Here is my recipe for a mood enhancer. Take a friend, preferably one with a really annoying fringe and outsize pants, and when she is rambling on swiftly, push her into a ditch and run away.

down quickly. I hope he didn't see me because I had an

I could have stayed holding on to Masimo and riding round forever, round and round, like that bloke on that doomed phantom boat, The Flying Dutchman. Of course there are differences—he was not on a scooter, and I don't have a beard and I am not Dutch.

Not much music left inside us for life to dance to. Our youth has gone to the ends of the earth to die in the silence of the truth. And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn't enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I've never been able to kill myself.

There is no field other than the weird in which I have any aptitude or inclination for fictional composition. Life has never interested me so much as the escape from life.

Dipendesse da me non farei altro che viaggiare. Vorrei

It's easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.

the fact that I'd really like to be reading Persuasion right now instead of latticing pies, the fact that I never seem to get past Anne's first reunion with Captain Wentworth lately, because Jake interrupts, the fact that all the older kids were the same, the fact that I have to hide out like Anne Frank almost, to read anything, the fact that I should have a little closet to go to, with a chair, a lamp, and a lock on the door, the fact that I guess it's called a bathroom,

You may tire of reality but you never tire of dreams.

He had understood long ago that the past was no better than the present. That was as plain as day. One had to try to escape, to wrestle free from every era, so as not to be devoured by it.

True, I'd never met him. And true, he was a fictional character. But he also was what people needed him to be: a dashing hero, and articulate peacemaker, a cunning excape artist.

Because that's what stories do. They help you escape, and they give you the chance to do things you never imagined you would or could. They let you feel heartbreak you've never had and experience adventures from the safety of your own room. They are dreams for those who are still awake. They

You want to do something about it - take action, scream at them, tell them they're idiots - but you can't. Being on the fringe is the most disempowering feeling. You get so used to the world being a certain way, there seems to be no escape from it.

A fire will burn itself out, unless you open a window and give it fuel.. And when flames are licking at your heels you've got to break a wall or two if you want to escape.

It's got to be a nice life, long as you don't get caught.

i had not meant to leave them; i had only meant to leave. i wasnt running away from them; i was only running away