Quotes About Escape

And, hey. You. Thanks for being the kind of person who likes to pick up a book. That's a genuinely great thing. I met a librarian recently who said she doesn't read because books are her job and when she goes home, she just wants to switch off. I think we can agree that that's as creepy as hell. Thank you for seeking out stories, the kind that take place in your brain.

Technology… the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

Technology is the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

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

Technology... the knack of so arranging the world that we don't have to experience it.

The self, entirely encompassed by civilization, is dissolved in an element composed of the very inhumanity which civilization has sought from the first to escape.

Ressentiment is always to some degree a determinant of the romantic type of mind. At least this is so when the romantic nostalgia for some past era (Hellas, the Middle Ages, etc.) is not primarily based on the values of that period, but on the wish to escape from the present. Then all praise of the "past" has the implied purpose of downgrading present-day reality.

This is the most important thing about me--I'm a card-carrying reader. All I really want to do is sit and read or lie down and read or eat and read or shit and read. I'm a trained reader. I want a job where I get paid for reading books. And I don't have to make reports on what I read or to apply what I read.

I have discovered that much nervousness and anxiety is caused by mentally trying to escape or run away from something that you have decided to go through with physically. If the decision is made to go through with physically. If the decision is made to go through with it—not to run away physically—why mentally keep considering or hoping for escape.

particularly when his people's welfare was at stake. Now, feeling his gray eyes boring into hers, feeling the bridled power of the fingers wrapped around hers, she knew why. "No matter where you look for the man, he is certain to escape you. He knows these lands as well as you, John. And he

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

I hardly have any names on my dance card," Emma said, slightly despairing. This was not how she imagined her debut. "There are just four names on mine," Olivia said. "But I think the gentlemen only agreed to escape my mother. I really can't blame them.

Perhaps I shall take my fortune and retire to the country and read novels where other characters must bother with these sorts of troubles.

Želim da me zvižduk vjetra zagluši, da zasvira kroz mene kao kroz trsku, mislim, kako bi bilo lijepo ne misliti, mislim: kako bi lijepo bilo na?i se sad na rijeci, šiban olujom, u ribarskoj barci ili u štrkljastoj drvenoj ku?ici na obali rijeke, okružen divljom stihijom, sam s njom, bez tuge u sebi i oko sebe. Ali to je samo trenutna želja, davnašnja potreba za bijegom i za odvajanjem od tereta u sebi, neostvariva ?ežnja za tišinama.

Ne bojim se ljubavi. Bojim se rizika. I zavisnosti. I mogu?eg bola... Uvijek si jednom nogom u bjekstvu, uvijek polovinom sebe u ljubavi. Drugu ostavljam u pripravnosti da izvu?e ludaka.Ali ta moja necini?na polovina mnogo te voli.Toliko da me prevari cijelog..Ve?eras ti se nudim sav. Reci da me voliš, šta te staje?

Da odemo nekud iz ovog grada kada ozdravim? -Kuda? -Svejedno. -Pitala sam te jednom: od ?ega bježiš? -Volio bih da ne budeš toliko razumna, volio bih da mi kažeš: oti?i ?emo. Sigurno ne bismo otišli. Kuda da odemo? Ali bih bio zadovoljan tvojom spremnoš?u da me prihvatiš ma kakav da sam.

And if you'd been healthy and happy, you wouldn't have come home?" "When everything is lost a man seeks refuge, as if he were returning to his mother's womb." "And after that?" "After that he forgets. He's driven to it by his restlessness. He wants to be what he was not, or what he was. He runs away from his fortune and looks for another.

Stao je u mrtvu vodu. Lijeno je mislio: more - staza bez prepreka, put bez granica, majka širine, otac slobodnog lutanja. Oti?i ?e morem u nepoznato. Jednom. Ostavi?e ovu vrelu kamenu liticu na kojoj i gušter izdiše, i ovu sprženu tvrdu travu bez sokova, oko koje se samo guje uvijaju, i ovu ružnu ku?u u kojoj radost zamire, i ovaj mrtvi kraj u kojem plemenitosti nema, ni ljubavi, ni želje ?ak.

Dr. Paul: Get out, get out libidinous swine! And take that painted strumpet with you. May you both rot in the filth of your own fornication! Nicky: And what did you say to him? Dr. Paul: Say, Madam? I said nothing. I simply pulled up my tights and jumped out of the bathroom window. Nicky: Oh Dr. Paul, you're so naughty! Dr. Paul: Well, I try, Madam. And then, ten minutes later when I've got my breath back, I try again!

smoke, spattered with grey-black debris, coming faster and thicker, eager to escape the brick maw and billow across the unbroken sky. 'Go on...go!' Tania said, exhilarated, raising her arms above her, scattering the sparrows from the trees, who fluttered through the grey snow and beyond it, singing their journey as they flew.

Desperation is the author of crazy-ass exits.

All that reading took. It became as basic as any other need. To be lost in a novel meant you were not lost in your own life, the drafty, disorganized, lumbering bus of a house, the disinterested parents.

Books were an antidepressant, a powerful SSRI.

Sometimes an alternative world is much better than the real one.