Quotes About Escape

a big band sound that makes you feel like everything's okay, a feeling that lasts for one song maybe, the parentheses all clicking shut behind you.

The heart is monologuing about hesitation and fulfillment while behind the red brocade the heart is drowning. Can the heart escape? Does love even care?

His hands keep turning into birds, and his hands keep flying away from him. Eventually the birds must land. - Unfinished Duet

I crawled out the window and ran into the woods. I had to make up all the words myself. The way they taste, the way they sound in the air. I passed through the narrow gate, stumbled in, stumbled around for awhile, and stumbled back out. I made this place for you. A place for you to love me. If this isn't the kingdom then I don't know what is.

the horses running until they forget that they are horses.

In the free/libre software movement, we develop software that respects users' freedom, so we and you can escape from software that doesn't.

If you leave me here," the guy on the floor said, "he'll kill me tomorrow morning." Parker looked at him. "So you've still got tonight," he said.

When the guy with asthma finally came in from the fire escape, Parker rabbit-punched him and took his gun away.

EVEN ON A REMOTE but beautiful island, Mandela needed a place apart. A place where he could lose himself to find himself.

WISDOM ISN'T ABOUT NOT MAKING MISTAKES BUT ABOUT LEARNING TO ESCAPE AFTERWARD WITH OUR DIGNITY AND SANITY INTACT.

Wisdom isn't about not making mistakes, but about learning to escape afterwards with our dignity and sanity intact.

Whenever my environment had failed to support or nourish me, I had clutched at books...

Reading was like a drug, a dope. The novels created moods in which I lived for days.

The movies were wonderful because they took you out of yourself, and at the same time they gave you a sense of being whole. Things of the world might serve to remind you at every turn that your life was snarled and perilously incomplete, that terror would never be far from possession of your heart, but those perceptions would nearly always vanish, if only for a little while, in the cool and nicely scented darkness of any movie house, anywhere.

There was plenty of liquor flowing, but most of it seemed to be going down my mother's throat.

while the teletypes chugged and rang and the Wall Street tickers ticked and everybody around me argued baseball, until it was mercifully time to go home.

What the hell?" I asked. Is this daring escape being sponsored by Honda?

You need me? You yell. You want to leave? We go. I'll get you out of here, no matter what.

After almost exactly three hours, we rolled into a small hole of a town that had one traffic light and a resturant simply marked DINER. There hadn't been any traffic on the road for over an hour, though, which was really the most important thing. We hadn't been followed. Sydney drove us to a building with a sign that read MOTEL. Apparently this town liked to stick to the basics when it came to names. I wouldn't be surprised if it was actually just called TOWN.

Some people read books for fun.

Escape plan number seventeen," I told her. "Run away and open a juice stand in Fresno." "Why Fresno?" "Sounds like the kind of place people drink a lot of juice.

Can you come over to Amberwood? I need you to help me break curfew and escape my dorm." There were a few moments of silence. "Sage, I've been waiting two months to hear you say those words. You want me to bring a ladder?

There's a guy chasing me!" I called as I headed out the door.

Oh, God. I'm trapped in the fucking Chronicles of Narnia." "I'm sure that would be an amusing reference, if I understood it.