#escapism

No live organism can continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality. ↗

— Shirley Jackson

#escapism #first-sentence #opening-lines #reality #sanity

You come to work and you laugh all day, you go home and you feel light and there's a certain feeling when you're sitting with the audience and they leave after 90 minutes and it's just pure escapism and they're happy. ↗

— Gabrielle Union

#after #all day #audience #certain #certain feeling

Fashion should be a form of escapism, and not a form of imprisonment. ↗

— Alexander McQueen

#fashion #form #imprisonment #should

I've loved the escapism of being another person, slipping into another character for a little while. ↗

— Jeri Ryan

#being #character #escapism #i #into

Everyone needs to escape sometimes, and retreating into somebody else's fantasy isn't nearly as satisfying as slipping into your own. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#escapism #fantasy #imagination #dreams

We left behind the other kids; their path-working, drinking, and being grown up- and rejected all that made them grumpy, uncreative and lifeless. We dumpstered, squatted, and shoplifted our lives back. Everything fell into place when we decided our lives were meant to be lived. Life serves the risk taker... ↗

— CrimethInc.

#happiness #inspirational #life #inspirational

I think escapism is really important. ↗

— Jordana Brewster

#i #i think #important #really #think

Man staggers through life yapped at by his reason, pulled and shoved by his appetites, whispered to by fears, beckoned by hopes. Small wonder that what he craves most is self-forgetting. ↗

— Eric Hoffer

#life

I want to glide in a world of beauty,’ I said. ‘To be carried away into a world of luxurious things. ↗

— James Lusarde

#erotic-romance #erotica #escapism #love #luxury

I sleep all day. Noises flit around the house- garbage truck in the alley, rain, tree rapping against the bedroom window. I sleep. I inhabit sleep firmly, willing it, wielding it, pushing away dreams, refusing, refusing. Sleep is my lover now, my forgetting, my opiate, my oblivion. [...] It is afternoon, it is night, it is morning. Everything is reduced to this bed, this endless slumber that makes the days into one day, makes time stop, stretches and compacts time until it is meaningless. ↗

— Audrey Niffenegger

#sleep #dreams