How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Damn it! How will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Damn it, how will I ever get out of this labyrinth?

Damn it,' he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you'll escape one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

Is the labyrinth living or dying? Which is he trying to escape—the world or the end of it?

It's not life or death, the labyrinth. Suffering. Doing wrong and having wrong things happen to you. That's the problem. Bolivar was talking about the pain, not about the living or dying. How do you get out of the labyrinth of suffering?

He was shaken by the overwhelming revelation that the headlong race between his misfortunes ad his dreams was at that moment reaching the finish line. The rest was darkness, 'Damn it,' he sighed. 'How will I ever get out of this labyrinth!

Before I got here, I thought for a long time that the way out of the labyrinth was to pretend that it did not exist, to build a small, self-sufficient world in the back corner of the endless maze and to pretend that I was not lost, but home.

After all this time, it seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out- but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it.

May I free myself from the labyrinth of knowledge