Your eyes, they shine so brightI wanna save that lightI can’t escape this nowUnless you show me how

You can escape competition through authenticity, when you realize that no one can compete with you on being you. That would have been useless advice pre-internet. Post-internet, you can turn that into a career.

He felt as if he had left a stage behind and many actors.He felt as if he had left the great seance and all the murmuring ghosts.He was moving from an unreality that was frightening...

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

Truth starts with a sense.

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,...

…you’re either gonna spend your life fucking pussy, or taking it to church.

There is no such thing as freedom on earth,” he said. “Only different kinds of bondages. And comparative bondages. YOU think you are free now because you’ve escaped from a peculiarly unbreakable kind of bondage....

There is no escape for me now, I know. Everything is over. I had my run. I was a murderer, a beautiful one, but I lived in a house of cards all my life and...

You are aware of only one unrest;Oh, never learn to know the other!Two souls, alas, are dwelling in my breast,And one is striving to forsake its brother.Unto the world in grossly loving zest,With clinging tendrils,...

How much better it would be if they weren’t so damn understanding–if they kicked me out of the house. To find yourself out in the street with two dollars to your name, to catch the...

I had to sever my emotional cord to escape the anger and shame that silently slithered through my head, disconnecting myself from the stares and whispers that followed me down the hall.

When you stop trying to escape your life, a lot of your desires disappear.

A finely tempered nature longs to escape from the personal life into the world of objective perception and thought.

Her mother had once told her that one could run away from home, from husband, from children, from trouble, but it was impossible to run away from oneself. “You always have to take yourself with...

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...

A man has only one escape from his old self: to see a different self in the mirror of some woman’s eyes.

Deanna Durbin’s movies are about innocence and sweetness. They’re from a different time and a different place. Outside the movie house, there was Depression, poverty, war, death, and loss. Audiences then were willing to pretend,...

I thought about all the people who’d had to do this through history. The millions taking flight from disasters, fleeing tyrannical despots, making exodus from pogroms, escaping waring soldiers and pouring out of bombed cities....

You don’t read to exercise the mind but to take voyages

son,” Mr. P said. “You’re going to find more and more hope the farther and farther you walk away from this sad, sad, sad reservation.

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

We fell, but we never let the box fall from our hands. Then we ran. We ran blindly, and men and houses streaked past us in a torrent without shape.

At first, I didn’t understand. Understanding came very slowly.

Reading is my passion and my escape since I was 5 years old. Overall, children don’t realize the magic that can live inside their own heads. Better even then any movie.

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.

Eve engaged her On Duty sign and stepped out of the car. Immediately her ears were assaulted with a blast of music. Christmas carols pumped, full blast, into the air. She decided that people ran...

This was the time in her life that she fell upon books as the only door out of her cell. They became half her world.

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

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...

I believe one has to escape oneself to discover oneself.

(…) I do want to leave, in the desperate way that an animal wants to escape a trap. Wild and rabid. Ready to gnaw through bone.

And you wanted to escape,’ a man near me whispered to another man. ‘You wanted to run off into the woods and fight. But do you see? Do you see what the rest of them...

In the dark, neglected gutter running the length of a nearby secluded side street lies a small, lifeless bird. This is the blackcap – the unaccustomed northern nightingale – a creature with a charcoal greyness...

My soul is sailing out and around me constantly trying to escape my body.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.” Perhaps the death of us all is called for in this time of emotional desperation. War is a product of the mind; only with the death...

She spent the foggy day in endless, aimless walking, for it seemed to her that if she moved quickly enough she would escape the fear that hunted her. It was a vague and shadowy fear...

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

I think that pretty much every form of fiction (I’d include fantasy, obviously) can actually be a real escape from places where you feel bad, and from bad places. It can be a safe place...

What’s the use of the wind if it won’t take you away on it?

A body can’t run from what they done. They carry it with them inside. It fester and spread like poison if it’s buried. It gotta be out in the air where it can heal.

The storm passed by my shop, and I had to escape from the shower of stones, tear gas and rubber bullets to save my life,

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....

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

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...

You really didn’t appreciate how thick, how powerful water was until you had to fight it.

But if these years have taught me anything it is this: you can never run away. Not ever. The only way out is in.

Then from those profound slumbers we awake in a dawn, not knowing who we are, being nobody, newly born, ready for anything, the brain emptied of that past which was life until then. And perhaps...

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.

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