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“And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can't tell the difference, I'm never quite certain whether or not I'm actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background.

Run, Juliette, run faster, run until your bones break and your shins split and your muscles atrophy and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and it beat too fast for too long and you run.

Run run run until you can't hear their feet behind you. Run until they drop their fists and their shouts dissolve in the air. Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Juliette.

Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you. Before they ever touch you.

Run, I said.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

“Laine slowly rolled out of bed. The queen size was one of the few new things in the house. But now, even the new bed felt tainted. It was an inner-spring monument to lies, a petri dish of mendacity she had shared with her faithless husband, and shared now with creeping dreams that flew from the light but left harsh scratches and diseased black feathers. Laine promised herself that, as soon as, she could, she would rid herself of this house, this bed, her clothes, her jewelry - everything but the flesh she lived in. She would scrub herself clean and flee to start a new life whose first and only commandment would be: Never let thyself be lied to again.”
― Stephen M. Irwin, The Dead Path

“Rory stood up with some difficulty, the chair still tied to him. He leaned over me [Maria] and managed to pull my ropes free. Then he turned to Dr Bloom.
'We're escaping,' he said. 'Goodbye.'
Chair still tied to his back, he ran with me from the room. I take it all back. Rory is just wonderful.”
― James Goss, Doctor Who: Dead of Winter

“If I鈥檓 perplexed by the fact that I鈥檓 constantly lost, maybe somewhere in my head I鈥檝e determined that being lost serves a greater purpose than being found.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“There is no way to escape conflict in life, and there is no way to escape peace in life.”
― Bryant McGill, Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life

“Three-step rule can be followed in life :
Firstly, do not cling to something or somebody or a thought or idea. Secondly, do not run away or escape from yourself. Third and most important is to watch 鈥榦neself鈥� as an outsider without taking sides, judging and forcing opinions.”
― Pragya Tiwari, Outlet from Loneliness

“En des temps comme ceux-ci, la fuite est le seul moyen pour se maintenir vifs et continuer 脿 r锚ver.”
― Henri Laborit

“Fleeing is part of the struggle.”
― Manu Larcenet, Ordinary Victories

“If we don鈥檛 know what we鈥檙e running from or what we鈥檙e running to, maybe all of the running is our effort to avoid both.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“丕賱賳賵賲 賱匕賷匕 廿匕丕 賰丕賳 賴乇亘丕 賲賳 丕賱賯乇丕亍丞 賵丕賱賰鬲亘 賵爻賷乇丞 丕賱廿賲鬲丨丕賳 賵丕賱兀爻丕鬲匕丞 賵丕賱丿賵乇 丕賱兀賵賱 賵丕賱孬丕賳賷”
― 兀賳賷爻 賲賳氐賵乇, 賯賱賵亘 氐睾賷乇丞

“Never mind what Julius Caesar said... not going and not seeing is the best way not to get conquered!”
― Ren茅 Goscinny, Asterix and the Normans

“My faith is not some escapist fantasy born of my inability to face reality. Rather, it is the belief in a reality that supersedes the one that I am being accused of escaping from. And because that鈥檚 the case, that reality demands more of me than would have been demanded had I stay put. So, if I am in fact escaping, it鈥檚 escaping to something better which is entirely different than fleeing from something that I fear.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Kimaya is also looking in the mirror, and I meet her gaze there. There is a look I do not like in her expression, a hint of something that doesn鈥檛 match her sweet tone and seems totally alien for my warm, generous femme sister. It is a look like I might wear鈥攅yes narrow and lips pursed. She鈥檚 peering at herself, not liking what she sees.

And I think about how fish means jealousy among femmes. About how we are all so hungry for what each other has, when the truth is none of us has enough to begin with. I think about how strange and funny it is that there are many femmes who would kill, who would sell their souls to Dr. Crocodile, for the chance to leave the Street of Miracles, when all my life I have been running toward it.

And I think about how Kimaya is right, how fish means opportunity and privilege. Someday, I may swim away from here into another place. I remember my little sister back in Gloom, and how escaping always seems to mean leaving someone behind.”
― Kai Cheng Thom, Fierce Femmes and Notorious Liars

“I am no closer to finding a way to get out of here and no clearer on my father's plan. The only thing I am closer to is getting caught.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“Jake tried to pull away from the clutching hand and went sprawling on the Tick-Tock Man's throne. His eye fell on a pocket which had been sewn into the right-hand arm-rest. Jutting from the elasticized top was the cracked pearl handle of a revolver.
"Oh, cully, how you'll suffer!" the Tick-Tock Man whispered ecstatically. The O of surprise had been replaced by a wide, trembling grin. "Oh how you'll suffer! And how happy I'll be to...WHAT--?"
The grin slackened and the surprised O began to reappear as Jake pointed the cheesy nickel-plated revolver at him and thumbed back the hammer. The grip on Jake's ankle tightened until it seemed to him that the bones there must snap.
"You DASN'T!" Tick-Tock said in a screamy whisper.
"Yes I DO," Jake said grimly, and pulled the trigger of the Tick-Tock Man's runout gun. There was a flat crack, much less dramatic than the Schmeisser's Teutonic roar. A small black hole appeared high up on the right side of Tick-Tock's forehead. The Tick-Tock Man went on staring up at Jake, disbelief in his remaining eye.
Jake tried to make himself shoot him again and couldn't do it.
Suddenly a flap of the Tick-Tock Man's scalp peeled away like old wallpaper and dropped on his right cheek. Roland would have known what this meant; Jake, however, was now almost beyond coherent thought. A dark, panicky horror was spinning across his mind like a tornado funnel. He cringed back in the big chair as the hand on his ankle fell away and the Tick-Tock Man collapsed forward on his face.
The door. He had to open the door and let the gunslinger in.
Focusing on that and nothing but, Jake let the pearl-handled revolver clatter to the iron grating...”
― Stephen King, The Waste Lands

“You're going back. To the Night Court.'

I shouldered my heavy pack and finally looked at him. 'Yes.'

His tan face had paled. But he surveyed Ianthe, the two dead royals. 'I'm going with you.'

'No,' was all I said, heading for the trees.

A cramp formed deep in my belly. I had to get away- had to use the last of my power to winnow to the hills.

'You won't make it without magic,' he warned me.

I just gritted my teeth against the sharp pain in my abdomen as I rallied my strength to winnow to those distant foothills. But Lucien gripped my arm, halting me.

'I'm going with you,' he said again, face splattered with blood as bright as his hair. 'I'm getting my mate back.'

There was no time for this argument. For the truth and debate and the answers I saw he desperately wanted.

Tamlin and the others would have heard the shouting by now.

'Don't make me regret this,' I told him.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“You were thinking about how suburbs are perfect cradles for dreaming: they practically beg you to imagine another life, one lived at a burning voltage. The dreaming hidden in this place - murmuring beneath the comfort of the uniform gardens in their perfect rows, the mowed lawns, each driveway that bit too small for the two large cars you couldn't have become what you are if you hadn't always been from this.”
― Colin Walsh, Kala

“You were thinking about how suburbs are perfect cradles for dreaming: they practically beg you to imagine another life, one lived at a burning voltage. The dreaming hidden in this place 鈥� murmuring beneath the comfort of the uniform gardens in their perfect rows, the mowed lawns, each driveway that bit too small for the two large cars 鈥� you couldn't have become what you are if you hadn't always been from this.”
― Colin Walsh, Kala

“[H]is flames were devouring her past.”
― Obie Williams, The Crimes of Orphans

“Nature is the only home I know.
Nature is the only home there is.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Night of a Thousand Thoughts

“We came next to a side door that led us back to the courtyard, where the ice now ran red with blood, then he made us all leap through a window that brought us to a winter garden, filled with flowers the color of twilight punctuated with violent hedges, their leaves black and spiky and their berries bright with poison.”
― Heather Fawcett, Emily Wilde's Encyclopaedia of Faeries

“And with barely three steps to the edge of that cliff... A warm wind, kissed with lilac and new grass, blasted up from beneath me. A wind of- spring. Lifting me, filling my wings.

My feet rose. And rose. And rose.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“He could sense a fierce tautness in the cheap air of the tunnel, almost like entering a medical ward where disease lingers in the corners and no one has ever opened a window to bring in fresh air.”
― John Katzenbach, Hart's War

“It was darker than any night he'd known and he was terribly alone. Sand rivulets leaked onto his head. Dust clogged his nostrils. It seemed that there was no air left inside the narrow tunnel confines. The only sound he could make out was the creak of support boards seemingly ready to give way. He pulled himself along, using a swimming motion, thrusting aside dirt that clogged his route, fighting every centimeter of the way. He held out no real hope of being able to crawl the entire seventy-five yards.”
― John Katzenbach, Hart's War

“Did you really think you'd escape me?' Casteel asked softly.

Anger was sharper than any blade, far more welcomed than the hopelessness. 'I almost did.'

'Almost means nothing, Princess. You should know that.'

I did. 'I'm not walking back to that keep.'

'Would you prefer that I carry you?' he offered.

'I would prefer never to see your face again.'

'Now all three of us know that's a lie.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Ich muss sofort hier weg, ich f眉rchte nur, ich habe keine Ahnung, wie viel raum dieses Hier, dem ich entkommen muss, umfasst.”
― Tim Staffel, 厂眉诲蝉迟别谤苍

“Getting along with nature was easier than getting along with people.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Stamerenophobia

“What I am escaping from, is what I am escaping to.
So I leave to lose myself,
And I leave to love myself,
Only to come back better than how I left myself.”
― lauren klarfeld, Last words for the road

“I can escape from a place,
But I cannot run away from what it will do to me.
It changes me, and if I鈥檓 lucky, forever.
So I escape to find new places of me,
And live for what wasn鈥檛 written for me.”
― lauren klarfeld, Last words for the road

“To travel is not to escape,
Because to escape, one doesn't need to travel far in footsteps,
but only further in hope.”
― lauren klarfeld, Last words for the road