Category Archives: ESCAPE

Envy has no rest. Middle Eastern

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Traverse yon spacious burial ground,
Many are sleeping soundly there,
Who pass’d with mourners standing around,
Kindred, and friends, and children fair;
Did he envy such ending? ’twere hard to say;
Had he cause to envy such ending? no;
Can the spirit feel for the senseless clay,
When it once has gone where we all must go?



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Envy not thou the oppressor, and choose none of his ways.

O see the poor victim of trade ever toiling

At the wearisome counter throughout the long day:

From labour unceasing tired nature, recoiling,

Seeks rest and refreshment to lighten their way.

We talk of the slaveholders’ deeds of oppression,

Of the negro enslaved in a far distant land;

For his wrongs and his woes we still make intercession,

But forget the sad drudgery nearer at hand.

We boast that all fetters are riven asunder;

We call our fair Island the ” Land of theFree;”

But see the hard bondage of thousands and wonder

That still in Australia such evils can be!

In vain does bright Summer unfold her gay treasure

Of buds and of blossoms, to gladden the sight;

To them is forbidden each innocent pleasure,

While chained to a counter from morning till night.

O ye, the fair leaders of folly and fashion,

Give a thought to the slaves by your selfishness bound;

And listen at length to the voice of compassion

Which pleads for your overtasked brethren around.

To lighten their burdens, kind friends are proposing

To spare a few hours at the close of the week;

And their shops in the evening at ‘

” Early hours closing”

Will afford to the weary the rest which they seek.

A.W.Queanbeyan, 21st July, 1863.

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Bad people drink bad beer. You almost never see an empty bottle of Rochefort tossed onto the side of the road. — Dave Cooks


I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” 

Edgar  Allan Poe

a balloon has left without saying goodbye. Graham Nunn

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“who knows if the moon’s
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky–filled with pretty people?
( and if you and I should

get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
why then
we’d go up higher with all the pretty people

than houses and steeples and clouds:
go sailing
away and away sailing into a keen 
city which nobody’s ever visited,where

Spring)and everyone’s
in love and flowers pick themselves” 

― E.E. Cummings, Collected Poems

For ages you have run from the pain and forfeited the ecstasy. So come, return to the root of the root of your own soul.


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“I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvellous that only the marvellous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvellous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
― Anaïs Nin

When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.”

― Abraham Lincoln

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“Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”

Burroughs, William S.

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“Tis pity wine should be so deleterious, for tea and coffee leave us much more serious.”

~ Lord Byron

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“You have to get away from them. You have to get as far away as you can otherwise they’ll kill you with their lives. They don’t know what they do. They are careless with themselves and they take too much for granted. They make their shortcomings your problem. The only way to keep your head above it and heal your wounds is to crawl away.”

― Henry Rollins, Black Coffee Blues

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.”

― Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
T. S. Eliot

The wind of God is always blowing… but you must hoist your sail. ― François Fénelon


“Paradise was always over there, a day’s sail away. But it’s a funny thing, escapism. You can go far and wide and you can keep moving on and on through places and years, but you never escape your own life. I, finally, knew where my life belonged. Home.”

― J. Maarten Troost, Getting Stoned with Savages: A Trip Through the Islands of Fiji and Vanuatu

Like Robin Hood….Not real, but true. ― Janette Rallison


“This wavering paradox is a pillar of the outlaw stance. A man who has blown all his options can’t afford the luxury of changing his ways. He has to capitalize on whatever he has left, and he can’t afford to admit-no matter how often he’s reminded of it-that every day of his life takes him farther down a blind alley.”

― Hunter S. Thompson, Hell’s Angels

Space flights are merely an escape, a fleeing away from oneself, because it is easier to go to Mars or to the moon than it is to penetrate one’s own being.

― C.G. Jung



“Identity is a prison you can never escape, but the way to redeem your past is not to run from it, but to try to understand it, and use it as a foundation to grow.”

Jay-Z, Decoded

Dogs love their friends and bite their enemies, quite unlike people, who are incapable of pure love and always have to mix love and hate. Sigmund Freud


Is it requires a reaction. Some hide.
Some cry. But, like a dog condemned
to a walled yard with no hope
of escape or affection, some learn
to bite.”

Ellen Hopkins