escape

I have often plotted my great escape to the beach. To live seaside and to be able to stare possibility and tranquility in the face every day ... I wanted it bad enough to taste. All the while forgetting, I can lap underneath an open sky at any moment and feel awe rush over me. I can bring it close to me like a blanket__f I only remember He is my rest and refuge.

I had drunk myself to oblivion,Stepped from the room into a dreamless slumber,My consciousness had parted ways,Taking a well-earned vacation.

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

But the nightmare was a strange comfort to me; in it, I found a sense of escape, and were it possible to go live in that nightmare, I would have, bizzare though that may sound.

It was an endless, consuming nightmare that she escaped only in madness.And then the escape was not complete. Part of her knew, always.

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

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 sweep me into some wideness, some vast expanse of blue-grey nothingness.

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.

We all want to escape our circumstances, don't we? Especially if you are an actor.

The things you escape have the ability to catch you, one or other day! Stop running away! Meet them and defeat them!

Deception' is the word I most associate with anorexia and the treachery which comes from falsehood. The illness appears inviting. It would seem to offer something to those unwary or unlucky enough to suffer from it - friendship, a get-out, or a haven - when, in fact, it is a trap.

This will be the night I escape. The thought repeated in my mind like a refrain, over and over, and I believed it so hard that I whispered it aloud: __his will be the night I escape!

Bosch had never liked Las Vegas, though he came often on cases. It shared a kinship with Los Angeles; both were places desperate people ran to. Often, when they ran from Los Angeles, they came here. It was the only place left.

I wish I could fly like that hawk, rising and falling with the still spaces in the air, far above all this sickness and death and evil.

Let them run ahead. Then I__l have good reason for shooting them down. Sharpeville? Attempting to escape. Attempting to escape from the prison of their lives. That__ the most dangerous crime. It brings about revolution. So, off we go, lads!

To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.

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.

To escape the damnation of hell is to accept God__ kingdom