Quotes About Escape

It was like the old riddle: How did the man get out of the room with no windows and no doors? Well, the answer was: The same way he got in there.

N bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

For the rational, psychologically healthy man, the desire for pleasure is the desire to celebrate his control over reality. For the neurotic, the desire for pleasure is the desire to escape from reality.

We all try to escape pain and death, while we seek what is pleasant.

Technology is a way of organizing the universe so that man doesn't have to experience it.

The only victory over love is flight.

And I told myself I was in a trap from which I wanted to escape! To escape where, do you, Man know where you want to go to break from tis inferno of your own existence? No, I do not know because I am blind and my Knowledge is in face an Illusion of Life wrapped in non- Knowledge, which is the Absolute Truth as unknown to me as the non-Knowledge.

Of course I don't always enjoy being a mother. At those times my husband and I hole up somewhere in the wine country, eat, drink, make mad love and pretend we were born sterile and raise poodles

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

So you treat your love like a firefly, like it only gets to shine for a little while. Catch it in a mason jar, with holes in the top, and run like hell to show it off.

Every apostle or disciple, as much as they're running to follow their savior- they're running just as hard to escape something else.

In love, the one who runs away is the winner.

He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path.

Chills stood the hair on the back of his neck on end as he thought of being stuck down in the cavern, forever.

cave-in?" "I'll tell you everything while we're walking out." Rafe smiled and looked at Seth.

I wished that the chains would break and the wind would sweep me up, up, up into the sky, beyond the clouds, beyond the sun and the moon, to some marvelous kingdom where no one ever changed and friends were friends for life.

To keep from crying in front of everyone, I ran down the hall, opened the first door I saw, and dashed inside. Too late I realized the room was already occupied. An old man in a wheelchair sat beside a window. Of all the places I might have gone, I'd chosen Great-grandfather's sanctuary.

I left and went to the roof, where it was only me, a thousand blinking stars, and the beauty of darkness stretched to the ends of the universe, snuffing out the endless games of courts and kingdoms.

Aster was eager for any kind of— Chance. She had only wanted a chance . A way out, a greater story than the one that had been written for her, just like I had wanted. Tell my bapa I tried, Miz . A chance to control her own destiny. But for her, escape was impossible.

Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

With Pauline at my side, in one swift act that could never be undone, an act that ended a thousand dreams but gave birth to one, I bolted for the cover of the forest and never looked back. Lest we repeat history, the stories shall be passed from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever. —Morrighan Book of Holy Text, Vol. III

Darkness was a beautiful thing. The kiss of a shadow. A caress as soft as moonlight. It had always been my refuge, my place of escape, whether I was sneaking onto a rooftop lit only by the stars or down a midnight alley to be with my brothers. Darkness was my ally. It made me forget the world I was in and invited me to dream of another.

There is always a way out, Kazi. Blink last. Die tomorrow.

as a child she thought if she could just pull away the fence they would turn back into the beautiful horses they really were and escape to the old plains. she had hope in that power