#fugitive

We are all in a race for dear life: that is to say, we are fugitives from death. ↗

— Theodor Reik

#death #fugitives #life #race #say

The inertia of the mind urges it to slide down the easy slope of imagination, rather than to climb the steep slope of introspection. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#imagination

So, this is how it will play out. Today, in the sunshine, on the noisy sidewalk at Logan Airport in Boston, with people and their suitcases bumping into me, and taxi horns blaring and strangers going about their routine day, I’m about to learn that I have lost my husband. I will finally know his secrets. ↗

— Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker

#felon #fugitive #identify-theft #love #love

You know, back in the 1950s and '60s, when J. Edgar Hoover was making the FBI the respected organization it used to be, oftentimes they would find a fugitive and basically have his house surrounded, and then put out a press release saying he was on the top 10 most wanted list. And 10 minutes later, he'd be arrested. ↗

— Howie Carr

#back #basically #edgar #fbi #find

Born on a mountain, raised in a cave. Arresting fugitives is all I crave. ↗

— Duane Chapman

#born #cave #crave #fugitives #i

Once when I was a fugitive, I was working for a law firm in Denver. ↗

— Kevin Mitnick

#firm #fugitive #i #law #law firm

A string of excited, fugitive, miscellaneous pleasures is not happiness; happiness resides in imaginative reflection and judgment, when the picture of one's life, or of human life, as it truly has been or is, satisfies the will, and is gladly accepted. ↗

— George Santayana

#been #excited #fugitive #gladly #happiness

The next morning he drove the stranger’s car half way to the Registry of Motor Vehicles before he realized he could not apply for a driver’s license. He suddenly realized he had left his name at the prison. ↗

— Deirdre-Elizabeth Parker

#fugitive #love #marriage #prison #love

We also have a tendency to root for the fugitive. We're always on the side of the animal being chased. ↗

— Norman Jewison

#always #animal #being #chased #fugitive

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like spring water. He breathes deep and slow, feeling with each breath himself diffuse in the natural grayness, becoming one with loneliness and quiet that has never known fury or despair. "That was all I wanted," he thinks, in a quiet and slow amazement. "That was all, for thirty years. That didn't seem to be a whole lot to ask in thirty years. ↗

— William Faulkner

#literature #nature