#ape

Flickering lights anonymous doors my heart escaping in drips i'm still waking up but she's still sleeping this ICU is hotel for the dead ↗

— Maggie Stiefvater

#sam-roth #escape

I don’t believe one reads to escape reality. A person reads to confirm a reality he knows is there, but which he has not experienced. ↗

— Lawrence Durrell

#reading #reality #escape

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there. ↗

— Andrea Gibson

#poetry #escape

I think each village was meant to feel pity for its own sick and poor whom it can help and I doubt if it is the duty of any private person to fix his mind on ills which he cannot help. This may even become an escape from the works of charity we really can do to those we know. God may call any one of us to respond to some far away problem or support those who have been so called. But we are finite and he will not call us everywhere or to support every worthy cause. And real needs are not far from us. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#escape

I just want to sleep. A coma would be nice. Or amnesia. Anything, just to get rid of this, these thoughts, whispers in my mind. Did he rape my head, too? ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#rape #sleep

The search for a scapegoat is the easiest of all hunting expeditions. ↗

— Dwight D. Eisenhower

#hunting #scapegoating #blame

And I wanted to tell her that the pleasure for me wasn't planning or doing or leaving; the pleasure was in seeing our strings cross and separate and then come back together. ↗

— John Green

#paper #towns #pleasure

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them. ↗

— Greta Garbo

#cheapen #heart #inside #joys #many

I became a journalist because I did not want to rely on newspapers for information. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#journalism #mainstream-media #newspapers #journalist

All night my heart makes its way however it can over the rough ground of uncertainties, but only until night meets and then is overwhelmed by morning, the light deepening, the wind easing and just waiting, as I too wait (and when have I ever been disappointed?) for redbird to sing ↗

— Mary Oliver

#mornings #physical-landscapes #uncertainty