Quotes About Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

“You’re not real” The reflection tilted her head. “Am I? Or am I still inside you, waiting for you to fail so I can rise again?” My throat tightened. “Stop.” Behind me, Charon laughed. “Do you see? Your past is your prison. You cannot escape it.” I forced myself to look at the reflection. “You’re wrong. I’m not you anymore.” “But you carry me,” my reflection said. “You carry my choices, my mistakes. You think you can escape destiny? You are destiny.”

There are times when reality is nothing but pain, and to escape that pain the mind must leave reality behind. Our lives are mere flashes of light in an infinitely empty universe. In 12 years of education the most important lesson I have learned is that what we see as “normal” living is truly a travesty of our potential. In a society so governed by superficiality, appearances, and petty economics, dreams are more real than anything anything in the “real world”. Refuse normalcy. Beauty is everywhere, love is endless, and joy bleeds from our everyday existence. Embrace it. I love all of you, all my friends, family, and community. I am ceaselessly grateful from the bottom of my heart for everyon

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

“Stop your attempts to escape from me because no can’t escape until & unless I want that and I will never let you go.” . . #TBC

Then, you must be wishing for your untimely death. ...... Sometimes instead of facing the truth, we turn a blind eye just because we fear the inevitable. Because in reality, running is always the easiest way out. "Games, what the hell are you telling man?" I asked, keeping a dumb face. "You would have wished to stay up there," he said, pointing up to the ceiling, towards the upper level. "Maybe I want to be part of it." I shrugged my shoulders as if bore with the conversation. "I want spice in my life, I guess."