The black land slid by and he was going into the country among the hills. For the first time in a dozen years the stars were coming out above him, in great processions of wheeling fire. He saw a great juggernaut of stars form in the sky and threaten to roll over and crush him…...

We can escape the commonplace only by manipulating it, controlling it, thrusting it into our dreams or surrendering it to the free play of our subjectivity.

Why can’t these American women stay in their own country? They are always telling us that it is the paradise for women.It is. That is the reason why, like Eve, they are so excessively anxious to get out of it.

The motive for our actions doesn’t lie ahead of us. It’s something behind us that we’re trying to escape.

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...

Evil originates not in the absence of guilt; but in our effort to escape it.

Escapers were the cream of the crop.

We have all been fooled into believing in people who are entirely imaginary–made-up prisoners in a hypothetical panopticon. But the point isn’t whether or not you believe in imaginary people; it’s whether or not you want to.”I think I’ll stick with reality,” I said, handing Cassidy back her phone.She stared at it, and then me,...

[Prison Break is] one of the craziest, most unpredictable roller-coaster rides on TV today.

A child can escape the shadows.

Sometimes all you know about where you’re going is that it’s away from where you are.

However cozy things seemed, the facts of life were the same. You couldn’t escape death: It would get us all in the end.

In the past I had often tried to escape the grown-up world of sorrow through my imagination- dreaming that a handsome young lieutenant would ride to my rescue or that a great empresario would discover my musical talents and whisk me away. I had envisioned knights in shining armor and happily ever after scenes to...

Escape from reality. In some instances, dissociation induces people to imagine that they have some kind of mastery over intractable environmental difficulties. Dissociation is often implicated in magical thinking or self-induced trance states. This aspect of dissociation is frequently found in abuse survivors. It is not uncommon for abused children to engage in magical thinking...

People run away from the love game because they know they won’t win the race.

A good traveller is one who knows how to travel with the mind.

Some writers aren’t writers, they are mere escapees’ and refugees’ on an exile from the jungle of thoughts.

To write poetry and to commit suicide, apparently so contradictory, had really been the same, attempts at escape.

You’ve gone far away to a place with no horses and very little grass, and you’re studying how to write a story with a happy ending. If you can write that ending for yourself, maybe you can come back.

Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.

I had forgotten what fiction was to me as a boy, forgotten what it was like in the library: fiction was an escape from the intolerable, a doorway into impossibly hospitable worlds where things had rules and could be understood; stories had been a way of learning about life without experiencing it, or perhaps of...

As he had once said to someone in England, though he did not care to remember whom, he had liked the sight of the sea because it represented his escape from England. And he had escaped.But she had said that perhaps it was from himself he wished to escape and that it could not be...

Only the ones who run are worth catching.

An Overall Feeling of Doom that One Cannot Ever Escape no Matter What One Does

Nobody actually ever does this—escaping through a window.

Running my fastest not from my past. Running from those who have hurt me in it. And, they can’t catch me anymore. I escaped from the land of make believe.

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?

Unfortunately, the escape became the trap.

Don’t cluster tasks on your way. Some tasks would definitely have to be postponed to the next day. You can’t do all things in one day. You can’t chase two rabbits at the same time. Both will escape.

There’s no magical healing in this. I won’t wake up tomorrow fixed and joyful. I’ll still hurt and grieve. But moments like this, with Colton? They make it all bearable. He doesn’t fix me, doesn’t heal me. He just makes life worthwhile. He helps me remember to breathe, shows me how to smile again. He...

She once told me of a night that fumed with escapes and was filled with bedsides reeking of ecstasy; she told me the stars cast not judgments, but blessings, knowing full well the disastrous outcomes of the deeds they cradled with the strings of their young hearts. She’d inhaled the night itself, those around her...

We are the wilderness withinScreaming out for true expression.Even when we’re sleeping,There’s no escape from this obsession.

An extrovert looks at a stack of books and sees a stack of papers, while an introvert looks at the same stack and sees a soothing source of escape.

She clutched the train ticket tighter and waited for the sense of escape to come over her as it had a dozen times before, that heady sensation of having just scooted through the clanging gate, of eluding the thrown net. It didn’t come. She was running again, but she wasn’t escaping. She’d been chased to...

You are loosed from your moorings, and are free; I am fast in my chains, and M a slave! You move merrily before the gentle gale, and I sadly before the bloody whip! You are freedoms swift winged angels, that fly around the world; I am confined in the bands of iron! O that I...

18 rules for not getting caught. 1-17: don’t tell anybody. #18: not even your clone.

Judgment doesn’t always fall on the unjust in this life. Sometimes you have to make your own way out.

That’s where thinking started, where thinking stopped, where all her prayers so long ago had dried up. She no longer prayed, nor even dreamed of changing her father. Her dreams now played variations on the theme of escape. And they were nothing more than that —just dreams, just play. She’d been alone at the end...

Mother used to say escape is never further than the nearest book.

He awaits himself while walking, out of the icy circle to escape.

Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose, or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic and fear which is inherent in a human situation.

For I’m afraid of loneliness; shiveringly, terribly afraid. I don’t mean the ordinary physical loneliness, for here I am, deliberately travelled away from London to get to it, to its spaciousness and healing. I mean that awful loneliness of spirit that is the ultimate tragedy of life. When you’ve got to that, really reached it,...

She felt trapped, but she didn’t have to. The world is wide open and ready, waiting for us to escape this bubble and join it.

Somewhere, beyond blackness, some tyrant host swaps breathing for airlessness to test me. I had no concept of myself, no link to the things I knew. It is hard to explain the lack of anything concrete to people who live in a world of objects, but there are worlds that are nothing but sensations and...

The people who couldn’t get out of New Orleans to escape the storm were predominantly Black.

I earned my place,With the tidal waves.I can’t escape this feeling,That something ain’t right.I called my nameAs I crashed the gates,Still I can’t escape this feelingThat something ain’t right.

In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself. More powerfully and persuasively than from the “shalt nots” of the Ten Commandments,...

Change is coming, she whispered to the bugs bouncing off her window. You can’t escape it.

When introverts go to church, we crave sanctuary in every sense of the word, as we flee from the disorienting distractions of twenty-first-century life. We desire to escape from superficial relationships, trivial communications and the constant noise that pervade our world, and find rest in the probing depths of God’s love.

You don’t need to know what you’re escaping from to become a fugitive.