Understand, it’s never been easy to live, when we’re trying to escape ourselves.

Escape to Read and Read to Escape!

Writing has become more than just a profession, and hobby…it has become a way to express my feelings and pour my entire soul into the pages of my books. Thank God for the little things...

My borrowed power insists that negative situations, too, assist me on the path to greater becoming. It’s never about the circumstance(s); these are surface level ‘symptomatics’. How we deal with the energy it brings, however,...

He approaches a cockroach in only one respect: his coloration is brown. That is all. Apart from this he has a tremendous convex belly divided into segments and a hard rounded back suggestive of wing...

We’ve all been through that at one time or another where you escape to something that makes you not feel what you’re going through. I think that’s what makes people respond on an emotional level.

Isn’t she just Little Miss Sweetness and Light?” – and it was a statement that put him off proposing. It made him seriously reassess his options. He didn’t want to be with someone others saw...

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...

Good character going bad is like a beast escaping it’s cage; it will be hard to capture it again!

The better you were able to imagine what you wanted to imagine, the farther you could flee from reality.

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...

I was always able to lose myself in reading. Books were a necessary escape I always gladly jumped into headfirst.

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

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

If all we seek is an escape, what does that say about the world we live in. We are desperate with our dreams. What – oh, what – does that say?

Doing comedy for a living is, in a lot of ways, like a pony and a camel trying to escape from the zoo. It’s a ridiculous endeavor and has a low probability of success, but...

Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

The hills and mountains on your ways are going to be removed. But remember that’s what should happen when God gives you the shovel. Use your gifts; it’s the escape route!

I was disoriented by the idea that men should ever leave the forest.

Let me out Aphador.’ Penteluck said smoothly.’So you can attempt to run away, I think not.

There is no such thing as escape after all, only an exchange of one set of difficulties for another. It wasn’t Mark or the farm or marriage I was trying to shake loose from but...

That’s the funny thing about trying to escape. You never really can. Maybe temporarily, but not completely.

Growing up in my family meant ambushes on your birthday, crossbows for Christmas, and games of dodge ball where the balls were occasionally rigged to explode. It also meant learning how to work your way...

To Cassidy, the panopticon wasn’t a metaphor. It was the greatest failing on everything she was, a prison she had built for herself out of an inability to appear anything less than perfect. And so...

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

The city is sore with movement, but still it oscillates. Busy people churn through grey-toned streets, their briefcases held close, rustling against trouser legs. The collective machine is tired, but each worker drives on. Gleaming...

You’re trying to escape from your difficulties, and there never is any escape from difficulties, never. They have to be faced and fought.

It is only too easy to make suggestions and later try to escape the consequences of what we say.

He was fucking sad. That’s it. That’s the point. He knows life is never going to get any different for him. That there’s no fixing him. It’s always going to be the same monotonous depressing...

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...

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?

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

To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the...

I now know how your angercame from skeletonsthat rattled in your heartand you couldn’t escape them.

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...

No trees, sky or ground. No other buildings or fields. No winding path, no brambles, no outhouse or pond or flowers, no sunshine or children playing. Just blackness.

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

Men are free when they are obeying some deep, inward voice of religious belief. Obeying from within. Men are free when they belong to a living, organic, believing community, active in fulfilling some unfulfilled, perhaps...

They’re gone. I let them chase me. I led them like a sunbeam and vanished like a shadow.

Betsy returned to her chair, took off her coat and hat, opened her book and forgot the world again.

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

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...

En esos momentos se había puesto a escribir, no porque tuviese que hacerlo, sino porque era una forma de escapar de los problemas.

There is an abandonment, an escape, that physical labor bestows.

Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

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.

I began to long, as I had before, for some special smell, some special music that would fill me, lift me up and carry me away, float me off the rocks of my body and...

Leaving what is safe so you can be more, Derek said. The cage is what the bird knows; the sky is all the things he still wants to do even if it’s a risk.

The late 1920s were an age of islands, real and metaphorical. They were an age when Americans by thousands and tens of thousands were scheming to take the next boat for the South Seas or...

I climbed aboard a Greyhound bus and rode it to New York without telling anyone, without so much as a goodbye. What was I thinking? I wasn’t. I was young and stupid and broken. I...