Quotes About Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

“That looks expensive.” “It is,” he said. “But they will forget the cost by morning.” “Do you ever regret it?” she asked. “Creating a place where people spend money to escape reality?” “No,” he said. “Because sometimes escape is necessary.” She thought about her own life, about the rigid schedules and careful decisions. “Maybe you’re right,” she said softly. He glanced at her. “You say that like you are surprised.” “I don’t usually agree with people this quickly.” “I will take that as a compliment.”

' she asked looking at me questionably as seems to judge my maturity level. I don't know how I can explain the thing I saw that day on those snowy mountains. I can't even tell if it was real or just my imagination but that feeling of being stared at was too real to be a child's imagination. So, calling it an alien for now is good enough. I was never good in the area of romance. Every time I look at boys around me instead of love I feel disgust. May be alien is my choice. I grabbed the towel and entered shower having a good relaxing shower finally brought my mind at peace. Its the only place where I can get some 'my time' or so what I thought. Just when I was thinking of peace she called agai

"This place can sometimes take it out on you, so much so that what you say can't seem to harm you more then being out there, exposed." "Is that how you feel, safe here, from the outside?" "Not from the outside but from myself." " Who are you then, in here?" I take a breath before I answer. " Just someone trying to get through each passing day, with only dreams to keep me alive." I say. "Don't lose yourself away from reality." " I think it's a little too late for that." I state. "No I don't believe that." He disagrees. "Believe whatever you want but it is what it is." I say shrugging.

"And serve they shall. Forever. As the foundation we build our crossing upon. As the anchors we use to enter your reality. As the proof that your love makes excellent bait." Reality began to crack around them.

“Don’t think of anything stupid while you are here. You won’t be able to escape, so throw that thought from your head.” “I don’t plan to escape,” I replied immediately. That was a half-truth. If I could, I’d try. If not, then I’d have to wait patiently while praying. He didn’t respond anymore, then I faintly heard him walk away from my cell. I guess this was it—the waiting game. ***

And perhaps that was enough. You know, dear reader, people often say that to be free, you have to escape. I don't completely agree. Sometimes, escaping isn't enough. Because you can leave a room and still carry the room inside your head. You can walk away from people and still hear their voices. You can change your name and still feel like the person you were forced to become.

he asked. I turned to face him again, my heart racing inside my chest. “I trust because I want to be trusted.” He dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling a heavy breath. “You came here to escape,” he stated firmly. I heard a ding inside my mind. He remembered what I’d told him back then? I nodded slowly, and he continued speaking. “Meanwhile, I came here because I can’t escape my reality. I thought I could, but now I know something deeper is going on in this school. What we saw in there is just the surface.”

I can see the doubt in his eyes, the concern that I'm losing my mind. I'm trapped. Trapped in my own head, trapped in a world that makes no sense. I don't know what to do. I don't know where to go. I'm so confused. I don't know what's reality anymore. The white walls are closing in. Soft, padded, suffocating. This is it. The vision has become reality. I'm in the padded room. Panic claws at my throat, choking me. I have to get out. I have to escape.

The hall instantly fell silent as the spotlight shone upon him. "Once, during my darkest time, there was a senior dancer who commented on my Facebook post, telling me not to give up," he began. "She wrote: 'Each of us dances from birth to death. If I can no longer dance on stage, then I'll live my own life to the fullest. Because my life itself is my stage.' If it weren't for her encouragement, I wouldn't be here today. "And tonight, that very person who left that comment is sitting in the audience. Let's welcome her to the stage with our applause—I want to present her with these flowers!"

I know exactly what I'm saying, and I've seen things clearly with my eyes. "I've escaped death a lot of times. "I've outrun two witches without counting, at least with the help of two guardians, but still." I interrupted myself while I was blurting out the sensitive details I planned to leave out. "Shhh... You didn't let me finish. I wasn't going to say therapist; I wanted to say that you should find someone who believes in and understands the other realm." "Maybe someone out there could help you out of the situation, or you could just possibly embrace whatever it is fate has in store for you."