Quotes on Running

Do we spend most of our days trying to remember or to forget? Do we spend most of our time running towards or away from our lives?

For in the long run, either through a lie, or through truth, people were bound to give themselves away.

Socialists are happy until they run out of other people's money.

In the year 2025, the best men don't run for president, they run for their lives. . . .

Plot is no more than footprints left in the snow after your characters have run by on their way to incredible destinations.

You grow ravenous. You run fevers. You know exhilarations. You can't sleep at night, because your beast-creature ideas want out and turn you in your bed. It is a grand way to live.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

When I'm running I don't have to talk to anybody and don't have to listen to anybody. This is a part of my day I can't do without.

In Kabul, hot running water had been like fathers, a rare commodity.

A man may say, "From now on I'm going to speak the truth." But the truth hears him and runs away and hides before he's even done speaking.

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

The psyches and souls of women also have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.

Each soldier was the living image of the others, but there was one who was a bit different. He had only one leg, for he was the last to be cast and the tin had run out. Still, there he stood, just as steadfast on his one leg as the others on their two; and he is the tin soldier we are going to hear about.

the women are never at a loss, God provides for them, let us run.

She ran out of her marriage the way a woman can run out of a pair of sandals when she decides to let go and really dash.

Encouragement is the fuel on which hope runs.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.

Death, of course, is a refuge. It's where you go when a new name, or a mask and cape, can no longer hide you from yourself. It's where you run to when none of the principalities of your conscience will grant you asylum.

The fish is my friend too...I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought

But why diminish your soul being run-of-the-mill at something? Mediocrity: now there is ugliness for you. Mediocrity's a hairball coughed up on the Persian carpet of Creation.

There are things I am more interested in than the clone thing. How are they trying to find their place in the world and make sense of their lives? To what extent can they transcend their fate? As time starts to run out, what are the things that really matter?