Quotes About Escape

it enhances the mixture of presence and escape that constitutes his "ecstasies,

At night, Paul became part of an imaginary world where he felt happy, in the company of characters who had become his friends. When he was writing, anything was possible.

Deep down, Julia had always known that this artistic escape was a vain attempt to find clarity and comfort.

If you have time to run away, then I submit that you are not in immediate danger of anything and getting the heck out of there should be your answer.

Every book is a self help book to me. Just having them makes me feel better...Reading is like a drug. When I am reading from these books it feels like I am thinking what is being read, and that gives me a rush. - Marc Maron, Attempting Normal

Every book is a self help book to me. Just having them makes me feel better...Reading is like a drug. When I am reading from these books it feels like I am thinking what is being read, and that gives me a rush.

J'ai envie d'ailleurs, voila ce qu'il faut dire. C'est une chose bete, une idee qui ne s'explique pas. J'ai envie d'ailleurs

Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.

Every woman feels that the greater her power over a man, the more impossible it is to leave him except by sudden flight: a fugitive precisely because a queen.

Para estar al borde del mar no hay más que cerrar los ojos.

In the case of Albertine, I felt that I should never discover anything, that, out of that tangled mass of details of fact and falsehood, I should never unravel the truth: and that it would always be so, unless I were to shut her up in prison (but prisoners escape) until the end.

but then the memory—not yet of the place in which I was, but of various other places where I had lived and might now very possibly be—would come like a rope let down from heaven to draw me up out of the abyss of not-being, from which I could never have escaped by myself:

Husbands in wheelbarrows, sons stoned and deprived of food, forced to labour amidst jeers and finally thrown into pits and buried alive because they were said to be sickening of the plague and might infect the community. The few who succeeded in escaping suddenly reappeared and added new and terrifying details to this picture of horror.

As one who long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoined, from each thing met conceives delight;

Hay alguien que ame el dolor? ¿Quién, hallando un camino, no huiría del infierno aunque estuviese a él condenado?

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

Come to the woods, for here is rest.

Who has not felt the urge to throw a loaf of bread and a pound of tea in an old sack and jump over the back fence?

longing for the mountains

In the meantime, the wildest health and pleasure grounds accessible and available to tourists seeking escape from care and dust and early death are the parks and reservations of the West.

No pleasure is taken anywhere in modern buildings, and we find all men of true feeling delighting to escape out of modern cities into natural scenery. It would be well, if in all other matters, we were as ready to put up with what we dislike., for the sake of compliance with established law, as we are in architecture.