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.

Angling is just a way of relaxing and escaping in the countryside.

He yearned to step out of his life the way one steps out of a house into the street.

Fiction should be a place of lollipops and escape. Real life is depressing enough–I, for one, don’t want to read about make believe misery, too.

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

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

The veneer of civilization fell away to reveal desperate animals, humanity at their worst.

The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.

And from the coffin of your madness there is no escape.

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

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

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.

Se nu er jeg borte fra byens larm ogtrængsel og aviser og mennesker, jeg erflygtet fra det altsammen fordi det igjenkaldte på mig fra landet og ensomhetenhvor jeg er fra. Du skal se det kommertil...

When you see a man led to prison say in your heart, “Mayhap he is escaping from a narrower prison.” And when you see a man drunken say in your heart, “Mayhap he sought escape...

I run until time stops. Until my mind stops.

How can I escape a cage build by man?

Shandy looked ahead. Blackbeard, apparently willing to get the explanation later, had picked up his oars and was rowing again. ‘May I presume to suggest,’ yelled Shandy giddily to Davies, ‘that we preoceed the hell...

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...

Trap yourself inside your own brain, switch off the light, block all the escape routes, then turn your back on everything you know to be reality and try and survive there. Try. Living. Nowhere.

We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.

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...

I’m English, and I started off as a songwriter, so I can’t really escape that – it’s there.

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...

No one can feel more gratefully the charm of noble scenery, or the refreshment of escape into the unspoiled solitudes of nature, than the laborer at some close in-door employment.

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

Escaping Reality One Erotic Romance Novel At a Time.

It is impossible to escape the impression that people commonly use false standards of measurement — that they seek power, success and wealth for themselves and admire them in others, and that they underestimate what...

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.

I have always hated lies; my own and everyone else’s.

Escape is a consumer goods like another

For all its ubiquity and its universality, war offers the attraction of the extraordinary – the escape from the gray everyday, from the humdrum into higher things.

Those for whom the world is not enough: saints, conquerors, poets, and all lovers of books.

I’m sure there’s no way to escape the fact that I was heavily influenced by him. I was only around his music and him most of the early part of my life. It’s impossible not...

I Escape when i started loving someone

If I had wings I would fly,I’d soar on high where only eagles dareI’d let them rip, I’d let them tear, until all that remained was me bare.

Maybe I’ll go where I can see stars, he said to himself as the car gained velocity and altitude; it headed away from San Francisco, toward the uninhabited desolation to the north. To the place...

Books had been her means of escape; now they would be her refuge.

Her body was a prison, her mind was a prison. Her memories were a prison. The people she loved. She couldn’t get away from the hurt of them. She could leave Eric, walk out of...

I choose to write because it’s perfect for me. It’s an escape, a place I can go to hide. It’s a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It’s a journal, when the...

He was a very private person, and sometimes it seemed to me that he was no longer interested in the world or in other people… I got the feeling that Julián was living in the...

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,...

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

I came to this city to escape.

moments will test you.you can not run away.time is faster than you.before you can do something situation already took your test.there is no escape route.so face moment and its results.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.

The best way to escape from your problem is to solve it.

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

I think I’d go mad if I didn’t have a place to escape to.

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...

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...