I write to give myself strength. I write to be the characters that I am not. I write to explore all the things I’m afraid of.
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Quotes tagged ‘Escapism’
I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructe…
Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.
I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you plan the stereo at max volume, it’s almost like the other people can’t see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow.
Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve.
You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.
Forget about what you are escaping from. Reserve your anxiety for what you are escaping to.
Perhaps if I make myself write I shall find out what is wrong with me.
To acquire the habit of reading is to construct for yourself a refuge from almost all the miseries of life.
I leapt eagerly into books. The characters’ lives were so much more interesting than the lonely heartbeat of my own.
Literature is the most agreeable way of ignoring life.
I wasn’t meant for reality, but life came and found me.
It’s a question I often ask myself: what would I do with me? And I don’t know the answer. I don’t know what I’d do, except run away.
Like the creatures of the forest and the sea, I love. To lose myself for a while.
Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you?
Reading is a bit like hallucinating.
I lived in books more than I lived anywhere else.
I lay on the bed and lost myself in stories. I liked that. Books were safer than other people anyways.
We like companionship, see, but we can’t stand to be around people for very long. So we go get ourselves lost, come back for a while, then get the hell out again.
I make art, sometimes I make true art, and sometimes it fills the empty places in my life.