#escape

Schizofrenia pana la ultima ei limita, refuzul total al oricarei realitati decat cea a visului, al oricarui adevar decat al viziunii. ↗

— Gellu Naum

#escape-from-reality #heroism #insanity #psychosis #dreams

The first song is called "London." It's about two Russian soldiers who desert the Russian army and escape to London, where they indulge in a life of crime. ↗

— Neil Tennant

#army #called #crime #desert #escape

All the best stories in the world are but one story in reality - the story of escape. It is the only thing which interests us all and at all times, how to escape. ↗

— Walter Bagehot

#escape #how #interests #only #reality

Romance like a ghost escapes touching; it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory. ↗

— George William Curtis

#always #conversation #escapes #ghost #interview

When I write down my thoughts, they do not escape me. This action makes me remember my strength which I forget at all times. I educate myself proportionately to my captured thought. I aim only to distinguish the contradiction between my mind and nothingness. ↗

— Isidore Ducasse Lautreamont

#aim #between #captured #contradiction #distinguish

I must apologize for calling so late," said he, "and I must further beg you to be so unconventional as to allow me to leave your house presently by scrambling over your back garden wall. ↗

— Arthur Conan Doyle

#doctor-watson #escape #late-visit #scrambling #sherlock-holmes

Every American autobiography, someone once said, is about one thing—escape. Look into the frightened heart of an American life, and you’ll find a compulsion to flee—a seed planted in the national character at the start by those ships sailing out of Europe and landing on our shores. — Teller: A Novel ↗

— Frederick Weisel

#escape #frederick-weisel #teller #weisel #life

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

— Maud Hart Lovelace

#escape #imagination #libraries #library #reading

When I am alone with God I see that God is really all I have. All that matters. All that will last. At these times I realize that the magnitude of what I have is incomprehensible. Usually I cry for the sheer joy of it. Not tears of defeat, but rather tears of gratitude. ↗

— Pola Muzyka

#romance-novels #thriller #thriller

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 her apartment, walk forever if she liked, but she couldn't escape what really hurt. Tonight even the sky felt like a prison. ↗

— Ann Brashares

#escape #hurt #leave #love #memories