chase

Dating is all about the chase. It's fun!

Why do you chase the wind?

They're gone. I let them chase me. I led them like a sunbeam and vanished like a shadow.

I am flying blindly but sure to meet some day...wait for me!

Whatever your passion is, keep doing it. Don't waste time chasing after success or comparing yourself to others. Every flower blooms at a different pace. Excel at doing what your passion is and only focus on perfecting it. Eventually people will see what you are great at doing, and if you are truly great, success will come chasing after you.

Don't chase people. Be yourself, do your own thing and work hard. The right people will come to you and stay.

While chasing the moon that was about to set, she missed the sunrise.

Maybe I'm the moon. Cold, remote, and yet men still want to conquer me.

A man on a mission would bring his heaviest artillery, and it looked like this guy hadn__ even packed a pocket knife.

Whore!_ he snarls, slamming me into the wall so hard stars burst in my eyes. I hiss at him, the tiger in me threatening to emerge and rip out his throat, but a shout brings me back to myself.__ahra!__ turn my head and see Aladdin running toward us. When he sees that it__ Darian holding me roughly against the wall, his face twists into such rage that he seems unrecognizable.He crashes into Darian before the prince has a chance to say anything. The two slam into the ground, Aladdin throwing a punch that cracks against Darian__ jaw.__top it!_ I cry. __rince Rahzad!__he boys ignore me, rolling and thrashing like

Some people will hate you for not loving them.

She could hear the rattle of hooves on stone evolve into a thunder of pursuit.

What-what do you want?" Annabeth asked, trying to maintain a tone of confidence.The voice cackled maliciously.'To curse you, of course! To destroy you thousand times in the name of Mother Night!'"Only a thousand times?" Percy murmured. "Oh, good...I thought we were in trouble.

He's prowling back and forth like a lion with distemper now. There's a shiny streak down one side of his face. "I shouldn't have let her go ahead - I ought to be hung! Something's gone wrong. I can't stand this any more!" he says with a choked sound. "I'm starting now -""But how are you -""Spring for it and fire as I go if they try to stop me." And then as he barges out, the fat lady waddling solicitously after him, "Stay there; take it if she calls - tell her I'm on the way-"He plunges straight at the street-door from all the way back in the hall, like a fullback headed for a touchdown. That's the best way. Gun bedded in his pocket, but hand gripping it ready to let fly through lining and all. He slaps the door out of his way without slowing and skitters out along the building, head and shoulders defensively lowered.It *was* the taxi, you bet. No sound from it, at least not at this distance, just a thin bluish haze slowly spreading out around it that might be gas-fumes if its engine were turning; and at his end a long row of un-colored spurts - of dust and stone-splinters - following him along the wall of the flat he's tearing away from. Each succeeding one a half yard too far behind him, smacking into where he was a second ago. And they never catch up. ("Jane Brown's Body")

She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake.

And how did you know about that?_ Seven looked at his watch. Chase held up a hand. __et me guess, in two minutes and thirty seconds, I was going to tell you Martin called.___o.___o?___ix minutes and fifteen seconds. You had a couple of false starts. Then you were going to apologize because he wouldn__ help you by putting you in touch with his contacts in Washington.___omething tells me you__e going to be no fun come Christmas.

I spent the day running through the woods like a wild animal. Being chased by you is the only thing that would have made it more romantic.

Love with pride is like chasing the pavement. There'll be a long chasing until it ends.