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Later, I walked towards the dorm circle beside Alaska. The cicadas hummed their one-note song, just as they had at home in Florida. She turned to me as we made our way through the darkness and said,"When you__e walking at night, do you ever get creeped out and even though it__ silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?__t seemed too secret and personal to admit to a virtual stranger but I told her, __eah, totally.__or a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered,__un run run run run,_ and took off, pulling me behind her.

Behind the facade of elected government are a bunch of corporate controlled gangsters running the country.

They'll torture you for months before killing you if you run" Otis shrugged, as if this was an everyday occurrence.

The sleep he went back to was never the one he left.

When you run your own race, don't worry about the next person's pace; mind yours, after all this is your own race not theirs.

Laugh, even when you feel too sick or too worn out or tired. Smile, even when you're trying not to cry and the tears are blurring your vision. Sing, even when people stare at you and tell you your voice is crappy. Trust, even when your heart begs you not to. Twirl, even when your mind makes no sense of what you see. Frolick, even when you are made fun of. Kiss, even when others are watching. Sleep, even when you're afraid of what the dreams might bring. Run, even when it feels like you can't run any more.And, always, remember, even when the memories pinch your heart. Because the pain of all your experience is what makes you the person you are now. And without your experience---you are an empty page, a blank notebook, a missing lyric. What makes you brave is your willingness to live through your terrible life and hold your head up high the next day. So don't live life in fear. Because you are stronger now, after all the crap has happened, than you ever were back before it started.

I could never run from the half of me that danced in the dark.

A country without vision runs to every direction.

If so, then it was also here where I came to know I can survive what hurts. I believed in my capacity to stand back up and run into the waves again and again, no matter the risk.

Running was not always the coward's route; it was a matter of survival. The fewer violent encounters one invited, the longer the life.

The air around you is filled with floating atoms, sliding down the Earth's spacetime curve. Atoms first assembled in the cores of long-dead stars. Atoms within you, everywhere, disintegrating in radioactive decays. Beneath your feet, the floor - whose electrons refuse to let yours pass, thus making you able to stand and walk and run. Earth, your planet, a lump of matter made out of the three quantum fields known to mankind, held together by gravity, the so-called fourth force (even though it isn't a force), floating within and through spacetime.

Some of us are born to Run. Some of us are born to Climb. But we are all born to Live.

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.

Running strengthens self-motivation.

I ran, and I just kept running. I wasn__ going to stop until I got back to my family; I wasn__ going to stop until I got home.

If I remove your eyes or make you in such way that to don't see... in reality you don't see the evil... you don't see me... so do whatever I don't give a fuck... that's wonderful... I like to play games... so run!... and welcome home!?

Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody's around - nobody big, I mean - except me. And I'm standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff - I mean if they're running and they don't look where they're going I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That's all I do all day. I'd just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it's crazy, but that's the only thing I'd really like to be.

Forgive the beggar attention is all that__ seekedand in return I never givethis will hitthis will turn around and it will bite backI know I believe that this is just another stepanother mistake that will teachso, forgive that asker of questionsand engross yourself in her mistakesand runfast never come backunderstand there__ nothing morenothingnot once morenot everforgivewalk away and live on.