Quotes About Escape

For if God sent his Son, and poured out his wrath upon his Son for the sins of the world, then God has taken responsibility for his sovereignty. No one, who will recognize and believe what God has done, needs to suffer eternal judgment. Everyone has a way to escape. In a sense, as Sartre suggests, the doors of hell are locked from the inside; the horror of a soul hating the loving salvation of God deserves exactly what he gets—eternal punishment.

How exhilarating to be away from the plain! With every minute that passed the mountains climbed with great resolution.

They're here,' holly said in a whisper. 'I can feel it.' She was trembling all over. The men turned to look. Carmen slowly shook her head, though her heart was quickening. She took the fruit from Holly and tossed it into the bushes. 'No, Holly. It's Impossible.' She was on the point of explaining--your children cannot have escaped the disease, they were the cause--when it came to her, the idea rushing into focus like an oncoming truck: they are immune.

Perhaps it was one of those mild, sunny winter days when you have a feeling of holiday and eternity-the illusory feeling that the course of time is suspended, and that you need only slip through this breach to escape the trap that is closing around you.

When he was younger, he used the slightest opportunity to slip away from people, without his being able to understand very clearly why he did so: a longing to break free and to breathe in the fresh air?

l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

La fugue – paraît-il – est un appel au secours et quelquefois une forme de suicide. Vous éprouverez quand même un bref sentiment d'éternité. Vous n'avez pas seulement tranché les liens avec le monde, mais aussi avec le temps.

Je n'étais vraiment moi–même qu'à l'instant où je m'enfuyais. Mes seuls bons souvenirs sont des souvenirs de fuite ou de fugue.

I'm afraid that once you have all the answers, your life closes in on you like a trap, with the clank of keys in a prison cell. Wouldn't it be better to leave empty lots around you, into which you can escape?

Voleva evadere, fuggire sempre più lontano, rompere brutalmente con la vita quotidiana, per respirare all'aria aperta. E c'era poi, di tanto in tanto, quel timore panico di fronte alla prospettiva che le comparse che ti sei lasciato alle spalle potessero ritrovarti e venirti a chiedere conto di qualunque cosa. Bisognava nascondersi per sfuggire a quei ricattatori sperando un giorno definitivamente fuori dalla loro portata.

As for other kinds of intoxicants, I had suspected without being certain that Louki used some, with certain members of the group. All the same, nothing in her eyes or her attitude would lead you to believe that she escaped to synthetic paradises.

Mas parece que o que nos impulsiona de uma hora para outra a uma fuga é um dia frio e cinzento, que aumenta nossa solidão, que nos faz sentir com mais força que algo vai explodir.

Peut-être l'un de ces dimanches doux et ensoleillés d'hiver où vous éprouvez un sentiment de vacance et d'éternité – le sentiment illusoire que le cours du temps est suspendu, et qu'il suffit de se laisser glisser par cette brèche pour échapper à l'étau qui va se refermer sur vous.

A fuga - segundo parece - é um pedido de socorro e, por vezes, uma forma de suicídio.

Eram absolut hotarata sa nu ma mai intorc niciodata la gasca de la Canter. Mai tarziu, am regasit aceeasi stare de betie de fiecare data cand rupeam legatura cu cineva. Nu eram cu adevarat eu insami decat in clipa in care plecam. Singurele mele amintiri placute sunt cele ale fugii precipitate. Dar viata iesea intotdeauna invingatoare.

No era de verdad yo misma más que mientras escapaba.

Non ero veramente me stessa se non nel momento in cui fuggivo. Gli unici bei ricordi che ho sono ricordi di fughe vere e proprie o di scappatelle da casa.

A book… it's a world all on its own too. A world made of words, where you live for a while.

Too much talking," I say. "Not enough running.

This is how we are protecting you, by getting you out.

We run down the right fork, Manchee at our heels, the night and a dusty road stretching out in front of us, an army and a disaster behind us, me and Viola, running side by side.

It is not her you need saving from, it said.

A book, he thinks at one point, rubbing his eyes, tired from so much focused reading. It's a world all on its own, too. He looks at the cover again. A satyr playing pan pipes, far more innocent-looking than when it got up to in the story. A world made of words, Seth thinks, where you live for a while. "And then it's over," he says.

But I'm still thinking about being born on a spaceship, an honest to badness spaceship. Growing up while flying along the stars, able to go wherever you wanted, not stuck on some hateful planet which clearly don't want you. You could go anywhere. If one place didn't suit, you'd find another. Full freedom in all direkshuns. Could there possibly be anything cooler in the whole world than that?