running-away

Work is when you confront the problems you might otherwise be tempted to run away from

I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being who I was and it didn't matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that was what I had wanted all this time, to go fully missing, but I would never be able to go fully missing__obody is missing like that, no one has ever had that luxury and no one ever will.

...I didn't run away to come home the same. -Claudia

Gilly had decided that this was a dream. The Witches' Carnival didn't exist in the real world. And the Gilly who existed in the real world was not brave or cunning enough to have done everything that she'd done in the past day. The real Gilly was not beautiful enough to be lying in bed beside a woman like Maggie. Gilly had decided this was a dream, and also that she'd let that real Gilly, deep asleep somewhere in the outskirts of Birmingham, wither away and never wake up.Already, Gilly could see herself arcing across the earth bright as a comet, moving too fast for the Ashleys and Tracyes, the thousand tiny insults and humiliations of the waking world, to ever catch.

Don't let the rain drive you to the wrong shelter; the shade can turn out to be your protector and also your destroyer, and sometimes the rain is the perfect protector from the rain.

To stay alive, you have to keep moving. Running, relocating, driving, doing everything in your power to stay in motion and make it to safety.

Oh, get off it with that. So sensitive about language. Mate, love, nest, whatever. Point is, it stinks, especially when it goes bad. I get wanting to run away.

As a teenager in Brooklyn Quentin had often imagined himself engaged in martial heroics, but after this he knew, as a cold immutable fact, that he would do anything necessary, sacrificing whatever or whomever he had to, to avoid risking exposure to physical violence. Shame never came into it. He embraced his new identity as a coward. He would run in the other direction. He would lie down and cry and put his arms over his head or play dead. It didn't matter what he had to do, he would do it and be glad.

I need to stop fantasizing about running away to some other life and start figuring out the one I have.

My dear sister, you can__ escape God, and you can__ escape your skeletons in the closet. They will always be there until you take them out from behind those dusty old moth-eaten coats. Your exterior facade of __verything is alright_ only works for a little while, and then the cracks begin to show. You can only hide behind yourself for so long. You can__ keep running!

Sometimes I wish I was in the movies...Not to be famous or nothing. I just wish I was made of light. Then nobody__ know me except for what they saw up on that screen. I__ just be light up on the silver screen, and not at all a man.

Anyway, what can one do here? I am seriously thinking of running away and joining the Foreign Legion or the North-West Mounted Police__hichever work the shorter hours.

Don__ pretend, Bianca,_ he said. __ou__e smarter than that, and so am I. I finally figured out what you meant when you left. You said you were like Hester. I get it now. The first time you came to my house, when we wrote that paper, you said Hester was trying to escape. But everything caught up with Hester in the end, didn__ it? Well, something finally caught up with you, but you__e just running away again. Only, he_-Wesley pointed to my bedroom door-__s your escape this time._ He took a step toward me, forcing me to crane my neck even more to see his face. __dmit it, Duffy.___dmit what?___hat you__e running away from me,_ he said. __ou realized you__e in love with me and you bailed because it scared the shit out of you.

If you run, you better be faster than my gun. -Weasel to illegal aliens

Life equals running and when we stop running maybe that's how we'll know life is finally finished.

When we run away from something. We're usually running away from ourselves.

Ricewind had always relied on running away. But somerimes, perhaps, you had to stand and fight, if only because there was nowhere left to run.

You get hit the hardest when trying to run or hide from a problem. Like the defense on a football field, putting all focus on evading only one defender is asking to be blindsided.