Escape Quotes - Page 7

The Corrupt Officer has a Price and the Honest Officer has Integrity

For a second I was almost jealous of the clouds. Why was he looking to them for an escape when I was right here beside him?

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.

The use of drugs is not an effective means of facilitating real escape. It merely gives that erroneous and illusive impression. Well, illusive with an I and elusive with an E. At best, narcotics do no more than promote bonhomie and give you a temporary taste of what freedom might be like; and drugs take you into another sub-level of, or sub-culture in, the same old game. The same old game, but with additional consequences. And at worst, well ... suffice it to say that you really, really do not want to go there.

People change. Sometimes I think they don't know they're changing until it's already happened, though. You get so used to being one person, it's weird when you wake up and everything is different.

Every time you think of escaping mentally or physically, grab the book that lies inches away from your heart.

Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.

I have often plotted my great escape to the beach. To live seaside and to be able to stare possibility and tranquility in the face every day ... I wanted it bad enough to taste. All the while forgetting, I can lap underneath an open sky at any moment and feel awe rush over me. I can bring it close to me like a blanket—if I only remember He is my rest and refuge.

The problem with escaping is that we leave behind us, even among those we love, different versions of the truth and everything we couldn’t bring ourselves to say.

I sometimes sit on my roof. Not to be closer to god. To be further from y'all.

There's nowhere else to escape to ... Except in a wooden box, that is.

There should be a little gap between you and your friends, though you'll miss their companionship and you'll also miss their disrespect.

Talking won't change it. But sometimes it was what she wanted most, to tell someone; often, though, she just wanted to escape those horrid feelings, to escape herself, so there was no pain, no fear, no ugliness.

I believe one has to escape oneself to discover oneself.

I could fall in love with you and have no regrets... I want you so bad. You’ll never understand how much.

I want more from life. I want to travel, see the world, and meet different kinds of people. I don’t want to stay locked in a small country, living my life halfheartedly the way society expects me to live it. I want to experience things and live to the fullest so I won’t have any regrets. I want more, so much more than they do, and they simply can’t understand it.

Reading is an escape people use in order to get away from reality. It is a chance to be free and explore who you are.

She walked forward, feeling the dew on the grass with each step. She tightened her eyes, welcoming the darkness.

I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian cafes or hear the indie music in the bookstores I would spend my free time in. I pictured the friends I'd make, my kindred art people, and the dorm room I was supposed to move into.

Who is better off? The one who writes to revel in the voluptuousness of the life that surrounds them? Or the one who writes to escape the tediousness of that which awaits them outside? Whose flame will last longer?

When you talk about escape, know that it doesn’t take place from the front. Hidden paths are always on the back.

It isn't running away they're afraid of. We wouldn't get far. It's those other escapes, the ones you can open in yourself, given a cutting edge.

But nothing was a important as escaping Evernight or the ‘destiny’ my parents and teachers had decided for me. I had only one chance to be free and to be with the guy I loved. I intended to take it.

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