When you live on the road, going home is a place to escape and just be with your family to unwind.
Why wouldn't you write to escape yourself as much as you might write to express yourself? It's far more interesting to write about others.
Those desiring to escape from suffering hasten right toward suffering. With the very desire for happiness, out of delusion they destroy their own happiness as if it were an enemy
I think that you have to bear in mind that music is about escape, and it's not unreasonable to think the music business would be based around escapism.
Christianity is not about how to escape from the difficulties of life - it is about how to face the difficulties of life.
These moments of escape are not to be despised. They come too seldom.
When she wanted to escape her life, she read books
The readiest way to escape from our sufferings is, to be willing they should endure as long as God pleases.
The pain we bring to others we cannot escape ourselves.
If we should deal out justice only, in this world, who would escape? No, it is better to be generous, and in the end more profitable, for it gains gratitude for us, and love.
I was always someone who lived in the future all the time, it was always the next thing - dreams of escape.
Don't let a breath escape from your body without Krishna's name. That should be our determination throughout our life.
Your success and happiness are forgiven you only if you generously consent to share them. But to be happy it is essential not to be too concerned with others. Consequently, there is no escape. Happy and judged, or absolved and wretched.
One thing is to escape from prison, but what the Texas 7 did that night crossed the line they should have never crossed.
Forgotten tones of love recur to us, and kind glances shine out of the past--oh so bright and clear!--oh so longed after!--because they are out of reach; as holiday music from within a prison wall--or sunshine seen through the bars; more prized because unattainable--more bright because of the contrast of present darkness and solitude, whence there is no escape.
I couldn't escape him, now or ever. He'd always be there, consuming my every thought, my heart locked in his hands. I was drawn to him by forces I couldn't control, let alone escape.
I think I'm getting better at being verbal. I used to have a lot of problems with it. I had my own little demons that I was fighting, and I used the banjo as an escape.
Narcotics have been systematically scapegoated and demonized. The idea that anyone can use drugs and escape a horrible fate is ananathema to these idiots. I predict that in the near future, right wingers will use drug hysteria as a pretext to set up an international police apparatus.
From the ethical point of view, no one can escape responsibility with the excuse that he is only an individual, on whom the fate of the world does not depend. Not only can this not be known objectively for certain, because it is always possible that it will depend precisely on the individual, but this kind of thinking is also made impossible by the very essence of ethics, by conscience and the sense of responsibility.
There is no escape - we pay for the violence of our ancestors.