Quotes About Escape

I write to escape. I haven't managed it yet, but I'm working on it

Bugiardo! Bugiardo bastardo! Dicci, dov'è la tua umiltà, Merrin? Dove l'hai lasciata, nel deserto? Nelle rovine? Nelle tombe dove cerchi di fuggire dal tuo prossimo? Fuggire dagli ultimi, da quelli che non hanno una mente acuta come la tua? Sei capace di parlare agli uomini, feccia d'un prete?…»

Like so many American tales, On the Road is about escape, about lighting out for the perpetually receding territory ahead.

Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.

The very ratsInstinctively have quit it.

The strongest memory I have of that night is being chased around the bed.

Learning a Word While Climbing It was a clarity come upon The mountains greater than the snow, a name Pronounced among them like an opening When a traveler finds a pass and escapes a storm. While I was falling I saw such a light: saved, My nylon rope came true and swung me free, I hung above the world and saw it, never So bright again, one long glimpse- Eternity.

We each devise our means of escape from the intolerable.

People run away to be alone,' he said. Some people had to be alone.

Another near miss by a sizzling bolt put Preacher in motion. "Let's quit playin' target for that stuff.

I would think of Victoria's domain, And in a moment I seemed to be there! But the fear of being taken again, Soon hurried me back to despair.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

If you've made your own hell, then only you have the power to escape it.

There are blessed intervals when I forget by one means or another that I am President of the United States.

I've never felt Truth was Beauty. Never. I've always felt that people can't take too much reality. I like being in Ingmar Bergman's world. Or in Louis Armstrong's world. Or in the world of the New York Knicks. Because it's not this world. You spend your whole life searching for a way out. You just get an overdose of reality, you know, and it's a terrible thing. I'm always fighting against reality.

Artists put as much vitality and delight into their saintliness and escape out as most men do their escapes into similar places from respectable existence.

When I have had enough of tears and love, I turn to some poet, and set out again for a new world.

When he closed his eyes his mind began to roam, and only with his eyes closed did he not feel others watching and observing him. With his eyes closed, there was freedom and he could wander.

Misery is a dead end that stops at a brick wall. If you want to escape it, you must back out carefully, never taking your eyes off the wall. That way, it looks as though the wall is receding.

J'étais dans mon corps comme un rat pris au piège. Mon esprit courait dans tous les sens sans trouver d'échappatoire.

This room was our ivory tower, Sihem and mine. No one else was ever admitted here. Sometimes we'de come here to commune with our silence and reactivate our senses, dulled and blunted by the noises of every day. We'd bring a book or put on some music, and then we were off. We read Kafka as well as Khalil Gibran, and listened to Oum Kalthoum and Pavarotti with the same grattitude....

J'avais un compte à régler avec moi-même. On ne fuit jamais soi-même. Je pouvais prendre tous les train de la terre, tous les avions, tous les paquebots, je charrierais partout où j'irais cette chose indomptable qui sécrétais sa bile en moi.

Dio che ci fugge dalle avide mani

Albert Einstein, who reportedly said that music and cats offer the only escape from the miseries of life.