Quotes On Escaping Reality Novels & Stories

A refusal to believe the unbelievable is what stops your brain from flipping the switch and destroying you. 'So, what's the alternative?' I said. 'Believe you and go mad?' 'No. The alternative is to believe me and stay alive,' he said. 'This isn't about sanity and insanity. Fuck all that. This is about you choosing an alternative reality. This is about you refusing to accept what your mind is telling you. This is about you suspending disbelief long enough to see out another day on this earth.' He paused, biting on his lower lip, his eyes searching mine. 'That is, of course, if you even want to stay alive.'

MASTERPIECE I'm not sure, What this is. But I write, Because it's to me, An escape, From reality. Believe in the stars, See yourself in the clouds. You're the most beautiful being, In your universe. You're the light, The one that overwhelms darkness. See yourself through the mirror, Of my eyes. You're the radiance, The stunningly extraordinary, The one often called ordinary. But you're different, Can you feel it?

She doesn’t sit, just lingers near an old armchair, fingers tracing over the worn leather. “You must be wondering why I come here,” she muses. “Even now, as an adult.” I shake my head. “No, I’m not.” She ignores my response and continues anyway. “I come here when I want to escape reality.” Her voice lowers, something distant creeping into her tone. “And I know you needed it, too. That cell must’ve been overwhelming. I know how it feels… to be locked away.” She exhales, gaze unfocused. “Even if it’s not physically.”

Not only that, they forced me to stay in a dingy, windowless basement apartment and saddled me with massive debt, leaving me to be beaten by loan sharks on a daily basis. Now, the comments were telling me that the person the three women loved most was me. All I could do was find that funny. Ignoring the comments, I stuck my head through the noose and kicked the stool away, allowing an overwhelming sense of suffocation to wash over me. Before my eyes appeared Mom and Dad's loving smiles. How nice. I was finally going home. "Don't worry, everyone! Elena is on her way! She might have a sharp tongue, but she'll save Daniel in the end."

Sarah's POV When I submitted my application to leave the pack to the administration center, the elder in charge of the registration thought that he had misread it. "Sarah Holloway! You're leaving the Snowlight Pack?" "Yes. I felt my mate calling out to me through the mind-link a few days ago," I said, repeating the excuse I'd prepared beforehand. "He told me that he's in the Neutral Zone, and I'm planning to take Nora there to reunite with him."

"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.

I wouldn't blame myself for becoming a psychopath because they are the ones who made me a psychopath, and when they question me about it, you would already know the real definition of STUPIDITY. Maybe it is true that life is just a blip. You don't know if you still have ten thousand tomorrows or twenty. If I could beg God that when I die, I don't go to heaven or hell, instead I will live in the universe that I created. The universe that became my escape button from the uncertainty of reality. My life splits into two, reality and fiction but is it possible that their in contrast melody can turn into a new anthem? An anthem that shows that fiction is no different from reality and they can merg

“Matteo, I’m losing my mind. I feel like…I need to know what happened, but I’m scared to face the truth.” He stared at me and then he slowly sighed. He glanced at his wristwatch and looked at me again. “Do you have a meeting this afternoon?” “None…” I answered, unsure. He offered his hand to me. “Come with me.” “Where are we going?” His teeth gritted. “To escape reality.” “Huh?” “Sometimes, you need to escape to feel better. Let's go somewhere.” “Where?” The corner of his lips rose into a suppressed smile. “Somewhere that comforts me.”

“Did you ever feel the horror and hopelessness after you realize that you are caught inside your nightmare and from the panic, you forgot how to get out? In the time that you have already seen the monsters and the horror within that nightmare and the world that you are currently leaving, you realize that the monsters and the entire thing are all you and your trauma. Then when everything seems to fade and you finally escape from that dreaded nightmare. You ought to wake up and only realize that you haven’t escaped from that darkness yet. For your life is the darkness itself.” He then laughs, which turns into a maniacal one that echoes and mocks what just Winona just told him from a while past

"Tomorrow, I need to leave. I’ll explain everything, but I need your help. You’re the only person I trust right now." Sophia’s eyes searched mine, hesitation flickering beneath the concern. I knew what she was thinking. She wasn’t wrong. "Do you think it’s safe?" she asked. A bitter laugh escaped me. "What does that even mean in our world?" I countered, shaking my head. "There’s no such thing as safe. Not when we’re surrounded by people like them." My voice wavered, exhaustion creeping in. If Sophia refused, I would have to find another way. I wouldn’t survive much longer in that house. Every second spent within those walls chipped away at something inside me, something I wasn’t sure I’d eve