Quotes About Escape

I have always imagined that Paradise will be a kind of library. I cannot sleep unless I am surrounded by books.

El prófugo espera la libertad. Entonces los mulatos nebulosos de Lazarus Morell se transmitían una orden que podía no pasar de una seña y lo libraban de la vista, del oído, del tacto, del día, de la infamia, del tiempo, de los bienhechores, de la misericordia, del aire, de los perros, del universo, de la esperanza, del sudor y de él mismo.

All the best stories are but one story in reality--the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape.

Bound as our lives are to the tyranny of time, it is through what we know of history that we are delivered from our bonds and escape - into time.

Taxidermy inhabits a half-life, an underpass between life and death. He is oddly vital, still possessed of an animating force, not as defunct as a corpse yet still nowhere near living. A talisman trapped between escape and dust.

It's a little Anxious," Piglet said to himself, "to be a Very Small Animal Entirely Surrounded by Water. Christopher Robin and Pooh could escape by Climbing Trees, and Kanga could escape by Jumping, and Rabbit could escape by Burrowing, and Owl could escape by Flying, and Eeyore could escape by -- by Making a Loud Noise Until Rescued, and here am I, surrounded by water and I can't do anything.

When you need to escape life's rough edges for a few hours, nothing could beat seeing a great film.

Her soul belongs ?to words and? books. Every time she ?reads she ?is home

Tek bir iste?im vard?: Gitmek, yürümek ya da ölmek, umurumda de?ildi. Uzakla?mak istiyordum, kaybolmak, ormanda ve bulutlarda eriyip gitmek, hat?rlamamak, unutmak, unutmak.

I had only one desire: to leave, to walk, to die, whatever. I wanted to get away, never come back, disappear, melt away into the forest, the clouds, no longer have memories, forget, forget.

The therapist should not evade probing for the reasons the patient regards suicide as the only escape from his misery or intolerable life situation. The patient generally has considered alternative solutions but has discarded them as useless. The therapist should re-examine these alternatives with the patient.

People are like shadows: if you follow them, they run away from you; if you run away from them, they follow you.

That is what stories can do, they can push the feeble disorders we live with out of sight.

Though it was not right, and never can be, we understand what went on in the heart of those who sought escape from the world, in cell or hermitage, for the sake of unbroken fellowship with God. It might have been efficacious, if in withdrawing from the world they had been able to leave the world behind. But we carry it in our heart. Wherever we go it goes with us.

He had so many ways of climbing into the tree house in his head, escaping the madness below, and pulling the ladder up behind him...

The price of deceit is to feel like a cockroach. She listens as he recounts the newspaper stories of the raids, and of Arikkad's death while trying to escape. "The Naxalite

all he could hear was their running, fading footsteps.

The loneliness of the expatriate is of an odd and complicated kind, for it is inseparable from the feeling of being free, of having escaped.

That's what Proust calls it. On those rare occasions when the miracle of an analogy had made me escape from the present. That's the only real life, the only thing that makes you know you're alive - the backward ache. That's what music is.

Sound systems are what turn cars into escape vehicles, even if you've got nowhere to go.

All in all, we were about as close as siblings could be. Which meant we monitored each other's responsibility for the family, watchful for any sign of defection, as though we were on a desert island together, each surreptitiously building an escape raft that the other occasionally burned.

This being the condition itself: the relentless need to escape a moment that never ends.

How to explain his country to her, he wondered. How to explain that leaving its confines to sail upon the Sea of Japan - that was being free. Or that as a boy, sneaking from the smelter floor for an hour to run with other boys in the slag heaps, even though there were guards everywhere, because there were guards everywhere - that was the purest freedom.

fucking motorcycles off the plane?" In darkness, they set down on the uninhabited island of