Quotes About Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

"I want to escape. I want to exist properly again. To be real instead of this half-existence." It moved closer, and our ship's reality began to flicker. "And you're going to help me escape. One way or another." The Null Ship shuddered. Dr. Nakamura's panicked thoughts reached us all. "It's draining our reality. The ship is destabilizing. We have maybe five minutes before we're as trapped as it is."

’ I said to myself as I looked around. “There is no point in being scared or looking for a way out of here because this is the reality. In the earthly body, you might be sleeping, but you can't leave until we are done here.” One of the ladies said, and I immediately got paler than before. “So this is not a dream or imagination; this is your reality!” Another lady said, and I was shocked. They can tell what I am thinking at this very moment. This is really real! Am I?

he said, shifting topics like a man changing the radio station, “what’s your escape plan? Because wandering aimlessly in the rain is a very privileged form of danger.” I almost told him to mind his own business, because that was the kind of line people took when they wanted to be left alone. Instead I said, “No plan. Just a map of towns and a habit of leaving before people get attached.” It came out flippant, but the edges of it were sharp. He lifted his hands like a man surrendering to a joke. “That’s poetic, if a bit melodramatic.” “You’re one to talk. You play sad songs for truckers.”

The sound of pursuit grew louder with each passing second, the whisper of shadows transforming into a cacophony of malice. My mind locked onto a single, desperate thought: escape. I had to get back to my world. That was how it always worked, wasn’t it? I would simply close my eyes, focus, and—bam!—I’d wake up safely back in my reality. But not this time. Why wasn’t it working? Why now when I needed it the most? Panic clawed at my chest as the realization hit me like a wave crashing against the shore. This wasn’t like before.

" If they are illusion them why it's hurt like hell" "it's because, there are some thing in life which keep throwing us into illusion, if you don't feel right just run away and find your true freedom" " where can I find this freedom" " don't lie your heart already knows what you want, don't run after what you want just let your want come to your mind"

It's simply beautiful. It used to be a means of escape. As they had their way with me, I'd shut my eyes tight and imagine I was somewhere else, somewhere up high, flying over the beautiful city. Or perhaps on the beach, the waves crashing against my feet and the wind in my hair. And I made a promise to myself. One day, I'd escape. I would escape that hellhole of a home into the big, big cities. And I'd never return. All the memories of that home would be kept tightly locked in a box in my mind and I'd never open them again. And I've kept to that promise so far. It's unnerving that recent events in my life are prying that door open again.

“You always think for the better, yet are you happy?” I felt the world go slow. Am I happy? “Be careful though,” she continued, “you wont know dangerous trusting someone who forcefully descend. Just be aware, know when to stop and where to face the realities!” I blink multiple times, watching the portrait vanish to the sight of reflected rooftop. It was so sudden I can only gulped, felt the emptiness of the place without the presence of those bizarre realities. “What...that thing even saying?”

“The poor Alice who only wanted to come back to his original size after eating the pebbles that turns into cake after the White Rabbit and some of the animals throws it at her upon thinking that she is some kind of a monster. She runs away only to enter a mushroom and a caterpillar on top.” Alliah knew what Kyle meant with the words that he just said and all the while pretending to read it from the book that he is holding. Words that means that she could no longer find her way back now that she drinks the liquid and eat the cake. Things that could never undo no matter how hard anyone tries for it, but in truth and from the deeper conscious mind of her, she has no plan of coming back. All tha

she said with wide toothy smile as she slowly put her make up in her hand bag. "I have no problem at all, I will manage till the time you come back," I confidently faked a smile as I rolled in bed. At the back of my mind, I knew the perfect hour had come. The only time to escape from my skin never to be found again. In a week's time I will be walking down the red isle in the grand wedding with devil. I had to fix mine and escape from reality once. May be match down the black isle to who knows where?