Quotes About Escape

Most of all, it was the wild music that impressed Matt. It did the same thing that playing the piano had done when he was frightened and lonely. It took him into another world where only beauty existed and where he was sage from hatred and disappointment and death.

Liza, me gustaría fugarme contigo, que nos casáramos por ahí, maldita sea.

A veces me imaginaba que yo también era un pájaro como los que creía ver al otro lado de la bahía, y que podría volar hasta allí.

O bonheur de l'imaginaire, du possible, du concevable ! Premier des droits humains : le fantasme ! N'être pas là où l'on est ; être là où l'on n'est pas. Oui, ça fonctionne dans les deux sens : pendant que son mari la ramone avec monotonie, l'épouse peut penser aux courses qu'il lui reste à faire ; en essuyant la vaisselle, par contre, libre à elle de partir au septième ciel avec l'amant de ses rêves.

When I read a novel I am not here. I am transported to far-off places, my eyes unseeing of the words on the page, busy with a scene being played out in my mind's eye, with my ears engaged, hearing the voices carry from the pen to the present. What a lovely place to be—not here.

My stories wrap around me like a cozy quilt, and sometimes I long to pull that quilt over my head and pin the blanket shut, allowing me to immerse myself in the world vivid in my mind.

All the words I had prepared turned coward and fled my mind like conscripts deserting a battlefield.

No one had really won. Not me. Not Hyo Jin. Not our children. Only Sun Myung Moon had gotten what he wanted all along. My children and I had slipped out of the grasp of the Unification Church, but we were destined to remain in the shadow of the Moons.

Si no consigo huir de mi oscuro pasado, no tendré futuro".

What haunts me is not exactly the absence of literal space so much as a deep craving for metaphorical space: release, escape, some kind of open-ended freedom.

Perhaps she did not die," said Halla, "perhaps her nurse turned into a bear and carried her away into the forest. Perhaps she was brought up by bears and dragons. Perhaps it was better for her in the end than being a king's child." "That was never the story," said Modolf. "Forget the story," said Halla.

READER, I RAN the fuck away.

I must've missed this part in the parenting handbook. Chapter 12: When fleeing from your mob boss husband, be sure to communicate the details of your escape with your nine-year-old son early and often so that you don't stunt his psycho-emotional development. Also, always bring snacks to the movies.

Las batallas contra las mujeres son las únicas que se ganan huyendo

The only victory over love is flight.

In Love, Victory goes to the man who runs away

Able was I ere I saw Elba

For us the sordid bargaining of our narrowed city lives, the fret and whirl of petty currents that bear us so far from our inner goal-- all were forgotten in that enchanted land.

Visualize a place that you really love, be there, see the details. Now write about it.

I've done a lot of partying in my time because I didn't want to go home and I didn't know what to do.

I'd much prefer my books to shoes...In the summer I sometimes take walks without shoes but never without a novel.

You rented an apartment with its own escape route?" "I did," Z says. "It's not so paranoid when you use it to do just that.

What a perfect escape the return to the womb was. Better by far than Religion or Art or the South Sea Islands. It was so snug and warm there, and the feeding was automatic.

What a perfect escape the return to the womb was. Better by far than Religion or Art or the South Sea Islands. It was so snug and warm there, and the feeding was automatic. Everything perfect in that hotel. No wonder the memory of those accommodations lingered in the blood and nerves of everyone. It was dark, yes, but what a warm, rich darkness. The grave wasn't in it. No wonder one fought so desperately against being evicted when the nine months' lease was up.