Best 382 quotes in «escape quotes» category

It is possible to escape the complexities, challenges and pace of modern life. All we have to do is close our eyes and picture a quiet world where time moves slowly.

It is usually unbearably painful to read a book by an author who knows way less than you do, unless the book is a novel.

It looks like we have ourselves the making of a solid escape plan. We only need a vehicle and a driver.

It's sad, the thought that everyone I know is so repressed, they have to get, like, oh my God, totally wasted to have an excuse to act the way they want to act.

It might interest you to know," Tully says, "that there's a reason people build miniatures. Doesn't matter if it's guys laying out model railroads or women decorating dollhouses. It's about control. It's about reinventing reality." [...] "Some people get a lot of satisfaction in creating a little world they can escape to. In making things turn out the way they want, at least in their dreams.

...I understand all the ways of trying to escape, how sometimes you escape one prison only to find you've built yourself a different one.

It might come a time to not follow your passion, so to speak, although it must be prioritized. It may be the case that your passion will serve as the medic, your peace of mind, alongside a higher calling, with your higher calling being the point man.

It was an endless, consuming nightmare that she escaped only in madness. And then the escape was not complete. Part of her knew, always.

I walked to the bookcase and examined the storybooks inside. As a girl, I had dreamed of having stacks of books at my disposal--stories to get lost in, other worlds to live in when mine was so bleak.

I walked in the dark forest at night...I couldn't see much further in the dark ,I heard the sound of the past, ..Memories Went back clear to me and Fear started hunting me, ..No Way To Escape , No Way To Stand Still...

I wanted freedom in the same way I wanted my next breath: an unspoken but constant desire.

I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that

I was a good lawyer , and most days that was enough. I was aware, however, that I took refuge in my profession, as unlikely as that seemed considering the amount of human suffering I dealt with. It offered me a role to escape into, from what I no longer knew; perhaps nothing more significant than my own little ration of suffering.

I was a mouse trapped in a corner, looking for a crack to flee through but despairing of finding one.

I was so done with looking at life through the eyes of beer-drinking cheese-heads. I wanted to go on that mission trip and look through the eyes of someone from a different culture and see what they saw. I wanted to meet people who didn’t crush the can of what they just drank on their forehead.-Rebecca Meyer, Crooked Lines

I’ve made it my mission to discover that which is off the beaten track. Somewhere in the undergrowth of the impossible.

I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.

I went home and went to sleep. Outside of the occasional irritation, I had no nightmares, no passions, no desires, no great pains.

I went to the club to escape my life and pretend I'm somebody else. Now I don't know who I am anymore.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

Maybe that's why Claire had perfected the art of invisibility. It was a form of self-preservation. You couldn't resent what you could not see. She was so quiet, but she noticed everything. Her eyes tracked the world like it was a book written in a language that she could not understand. There was nothing timorous about her, but you got the feeling that she always had one foot out the door. If the situation got too hard, or too intense, she would simply disappear.

Most poor people do not really aspire to end poverty; they merely aspire to escape it.

Men are mere mortals but their quest for knowledge leads them to the brink of immortality.” Excerpt from novel You Can't Escape Love by Grace Willows

Meredith immersed herself in the novels. For some reason, fiction hit on the meaning of life so much more concisely than real life itself did.

My eyes roved over the walls covered with my collages and prints of famous paintings. Magritte, Kandinsky, Kahlo. My origami shapes hung from fishing wire, dangling over my bed. They shivered in the slight breeze blowing through my open window. It was my own little escape pod, but none of it was enough tonight.

Mr Moss's courtyard is railed in like a cage, lest the gentlemen who are boarding with him should take a fancy to escape from his hospitality.

Murder isn't the most logical way to escape a difficult situation. It only leads to a different difficult situation.

Music helps us to escape any misery.

My body felt like tangled rubber bands and dried-out pens and sticky paper clips, like the contents of a drawer where you put the things you don't have anywhere else to put, and I knew that the mind and body are connected, and that my bodily sensations were just messages from my mind, but I just wished there was a box or a drawer or a hole in the ground where I could put all this, all this mind and body stuff that I didn't know what else to do with.

...my desire for him exploded into a great hunger. I was dizzy with it.

My mind became a sanctuary for secret thoughts of escaping from this household.

Napoleon, the greatest of the conquerors, is a sufficient proof that great men of action are criminals, and therefore, not geniuses. One can understand him by thinking of the tremendous intensity with which he tried to escape from himself. There is this element in all the conquerors, great or small. Just because he had great gifts, greater than those of any emperor before him, he had greater difficulty in stifling the disapproving voice within him. The motive of his ambition was the craving to stifle his better self.

I wanted to walk faster, to run, far as possible from her, from my entire life, from the first day I ever saw her always just a few steps ahead.

Nearly two years of dates. Still no question. Her mother and father want to set a proper date. Still no question. Her friends keep asking, when, Natasha? When? But she still hasn’t been asked The Question. It’s enjoyable to be the one with all the secrets, but in her honest mind – the hidden part that’s always sleeping – the secrets he keeps about when and if give her a feeling inside she’s never really understood completely – a sensation she had as a child when she got to the end of a fairytale where never-ending love and happiness were all but expected and wondered whether there might be…. one last page.

No one can escape their past. The sins we've committed... and the sadness we've caused... No matter how far we run, our past remains, as ever-present as the moon in the sky. It looms in wait... for the day when we are forced to face it. But only in doing so can we truly make peace and move on in hope towards tomorrow.

None of that matters now," said Twilight. "Look behind you." The Borribles did, and there, just a little beyond the rim of the bridge, they saw a halo of harsh whiteness reflected on the underneath of the dark sky. It was the beam of a car's headlights as it got into position on the north side of the bridge, the side the runaways had left only moments before.

Not for nothing, guys, but a nuke will cause fires within a fifty-mile radius. We will need to be a lot further, if we plan to escape unscathed.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of. What are you running from? What are you waiting for?

Often, when I am able to check out a book, I read it a dozen times before returning it, desperate to remain lost in the magic of someone else's story.

Once upon a time,’ is code for ‘I’m lying to you.’ We experience stories as lies and truth at the same time. We learn to empathize with real people via made-up people. The most important thing that fiction does is it lets us look out through other eyes, and that teaches us empathy—that behind every pair of eyes is somebody like us.

Once we were alone, Imogen unfolded her hand. In it, she held the key to the chains. I had passed it to her while we were in the embrace. Roden noticed it and scowled. "You gave her the key and not me? I could be free already." I smiled at him. "Yes, but I wasn't going to kiss you." "Fair enough

My favorite days were the ones that barely registered. I'd catch myself not breathing, slumped on the sofa, staring at an eddy of dust tumbling across the hardwood floor in the draft, and I'd remember that I was alive for a second, then fade back out.

Nothing like a bit of flattery to grease the wheels.

Nurture a desire to be free from the clock.

Only the ones who run are worth catching.

People often say that football and boxing are the ways out of the working class and they are your ticket out of that kind of life, if you happen to want to leave it. But, for me, the library is the key. That is where the escape tunnel is. All of the knowledge in the world is there. The great brains of the world are at your fingertips.

Perhaps there are times when your life is so unbearably miserable, and yet the only part of you that can run away from it and leave is your mind.

One may reach inner peace if it manages to come out and escape from its desires.

One might have to be a little ruthless to seize back control of one's life, don't you think?

Por sí mismo no tenía valor, naturalmente. El dinero era un medio. Pero cuando se trataba de llegar a fin de mes nadie lo desestimaba rápidamente como algo que «no preocupaba». Comida, vivienda, ropa. Seguridad, en la medida en que tal cosa existiera, y por tanto también la capacidad de salvarse. Eficacia, poder, influencia. Desahogo, libertad, elección. Generosidad, caridad, si no amor, por sus hijos, por su mujer, por su padre, la evidencia palpable del amor. Educación, si no sabiduría, el requisito previo de información precisa. Si no felicidad, confort, que, de ser necesario, podía hacer las veces de felicidad. Billetes de avión: experiencias, belleza y la posibilidad de escapar.