#Escape Quotes

“He that sleeps feels not the tooth-ache”

“Give me to drink mandragora.”

“O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)”

“Would I were in an alehouse in London.”

“O for a horse with wings!”

“When I waked, I cried to dream again”

“I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from.”

“And sleep, that sometime shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.”

“Let fancy still in my sense in Lethe steep; If it be thus to dream, still let me sleep!”

“I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray, My legs are longer though, to run away.”

“But I go with my friend to the shore of our little river, and with one stroke of the paddle, I leave the village politics and personalities, yes, and the world of villages and personalities behind, and pass into a delicate realm of sunset and moonlight, too bright almost for spotted man to enter without novitiate and probation.”

“I am not much an advocate for traveling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?”

“I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings.”

“I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee;And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.”

“Where the wave of moonlight glosses The dim gray sands with light, Far off by furthest Rosses We foot it all the night, Weaving olden dances, Mingling hands and mingling glances Till the moon has taken flight; To and fro we leap And chase the frothy bubbles, While the world is full of troubles And is anxious in its sleep. . . .”

“Music is the poor man's Parnassus.”

“I can exchange opinion with any neighbouring mind,I have as healthy flesh and blood as any rhymer's had,But O! my Heart could bear no more when the upland caught the wind;I ran, I ran, from my love's side because my Heart went mad.”

“What can books of men that wiveIn a dragon-guarded land,Paintings of the dolphin-drawnSea-nymphs in their pearly wagonsDo, but awake a hope to live...?”

“Give to these children, new from the world,Rest far from men.Is anything better, anything better?Tell us it then.”

“Come away, O human child: To the waters and the wild with a fairy, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.”

“These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.”

“I am haunted by numberless islands, many a Danaan shore,Where Time would surely forget us, and Sorrow come near us no more;Soon far from the rose and the lily and fret of the flames would we be,Were we only white birds, my beloved, buoyed out on the foam of the sea!”

“The Land of Faery, Where nobody gets old and godly and grave, Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise, Where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.”

“Come Fairies, take me out of this dull world, for I would ride with you upon the wind and dance upon the mountains like a flame!”

“Novels so often provide an anodyne and not an antidote, glide one into torpid slumbers instead of rousing one with a burning brand.”

“O how blessed it would be never to marry, or grow old; but to spend one's life innocently and indifferently among the trees and rivers which alone can keep one cool and childlike in the midst of the troubles of the world!”

“A man trying to escape never thinks himself sufficiently concealed.”

“Here you leave today and enter the world of yesterday, tomorrow, and fantasy.”

“Disneyland is like Alice stepping through the Looking Glass; to step through the portals of Disneyland will be like entering another world.”

“I don't want the public to see the world they live in while they're in the Park (Disneyland). I want to feel they're in another world.”

“A good story can take you on a fantastic journey.”

“What greater delight and wonder can there be than to leave the straight lines of personality and deviate into these footpaths that lead beneath brambles and thick tree trunks into the heart of the forest where live those wild beasts, our fellow men? That is true: to escape is the greatest of pleasures; street haunting in winter the greatest of adventures.”

“Hawthorne sucks... It's a crazy place, and I'm happy that I was the weird one that got out.”

“Nature will not let us fret and fume. She does not like our benevolence or our learning much better than she likes our frauds andwars. When we come out of the caucus, or the bank, or the abolition-convention, or the temperance-meeting, or the transcendental club, into the fields and woods, she says to us, "so hot? my little Sir.”

“He wanted to be where no one would know who he was. He wanted to escape from himself.”

“I am tired of myself to-night. I should like to be somebody else.”

“We fly to beauty as an asylum from the terrors of finite nature.”

“Into the air, over the valleys, under the stars, above a river, a pond, a road, flew Cecy. Invisible as new spring winds, fresh as the breath of clover rising from twilight fields, she flew.”

“Ah, if he could only die temporarily!”

“Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleance me in the great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.”

“You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.”

“When rivers flooded, when fire fell from the sky, what a fine place the library was, the many rooms, the books. With luck, no one found you. How could they!--when you were off to Tanganyika in '98, Cairo in 1812, Florence in 1492!?”

“[His] library was a fine dark place bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore.”

“To forget pain is to be painless; to forget care is to be rid of it; to go abroad is to accomplish both.”

“I wonder how many men, hiding their youngness, rise as I do, Saturday mornings, filled with the hope that Bugs Bunny, Yosemite Sam and Daffy Duck will be there waiting as our one true always and forever salvation?”

“Somewhere in him, a shadow turned mournfully over. You had to run with a night like this so the sadness could not hurt”

“Cocaine for me was a place to hide. Most people get hyper on coke. It slowed me down. Sometimes it made me paranoid and impotent, but mostly it just made me withdrawn.”

“The river was mild and leisurely, going away from the people who ate shadows for breakfast and steam for lunch and vapors for supper.”

“Out in the world not much happened. But here in the special night, a land bricked with paper and leather anything might happen, always did.”

“A reason I became a writer was to escape the hopelessness and despair of the real world and enter the world of hope I could create with my imagination.”