Quotes About Escape

All night I flee from someone. I lead the chase, I lead the fugue. I sing a song of mourning. Black birds over black shrouds. My brain cries.

All night I run from someone. I lead the chase. I lead the fugue.

Birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

Citeam toat? noaptea, toat? ziua, în loc s?-mi fac temele; la È™coal? citeam pe sub banc?[...]. M? simÈ›eam confortabil È™i sigur doar in spaÈ›iul imaginar al literarurii: f?r? un tat? absent, f?r? o mama deprimat?, f?r? b?t?uÈ™ii care m? puneau s? ling paginile c?rÈ›ii pân? când limba mi se înnegrea de la cerneal?.

Goodman, a friend of the Coens since he worked with them on their second movie, Raising Arizona, laughed about the scene where William Macy tried to escape out of a motel window, only to be dragged back inside by the cops. "Macy in his underwear," Goodman said, giggling. "That's our answer to everything," Ethan said. "You need a dramatic fall, put a character in his undies.

I do not believe the fable that men read travel books to escape from reality: they read to escape into it, from a crazy wonderland of armaments, cant, political speeches at once insincere and illiterate, propaganda, and social injustice which the lunacy of humanity has constructed over a period of years.

you desire to escape. I wish to run away. I thought we might help each other.

his brown eyes are intoxicating, and in that moment, I see my escape.

So what if I cannot be a model, if I am no longer considered beautiful, if Malvolia is trying to catch me. I am climbing a tree! And I am doing so with Jack.

I wished it were a tidal wave, a tsunami, a hurricane that would destroy everything and carry me away

Every girl pretends she's a princess at one point, no matter how little her life is like that. And I like the idea of 'happily ever after.

Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

I biked over to my dad's flat and emotionally blackmailed him into lending me enough cash to leave the country. On that trip I learnt something very inmortant. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment i boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed.

On that trip I learnt something very important. Escape through travel works. Almost from the moment I boarded my flight, life in England became meaningless. Seat-belt signs lit up, problems switched off. Broken armrests took precedence over broken hearts. By the time the plane was airborne I'd forgotten England even existed." (The Beach)

To write is to sell a ticket to escape, not from the truth, but into it.

Everything is already moving so very fast, but you need a great deal more speed than this to escape the earth's gravitational pull. Seven miles per second. More fuel, please.

books were still to me as they had been when I found them: the only magic.

To write is to sell a ticket to escape, not from the truth but into it. My job is to make something happen in a space barely larger than the span of your hand, behind your eyes, distilled out of all that I have carried, from friends, teachers, people met on planes, people I have seen only in my mind, all my mother and father ever did, every favorite book, until it meets and distills from you, the reader, something out of the everything it finds in you.

This] shell . . . eventually becomes a tomb. The situation is truly tragic. To break out of the shell is to risk death but to stay in the shell, which is a living death, threatens one also with actual death, more inevitable but slower.

It's a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don't know the answer. I don't know what I'd do, except run away.

Books are a finer world within our world.

How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.

The Dimensional box concept is used to entrap us, never believe they are real.

Which way should you run to escape this world?