If we’re running, the need to run has likely outweighed ample consideration of where we’re running to. Therefore, the goal is not a cherished destination for which we strive, but a panicked reaction for which we will suffer.

There are many places where we choose to hide. And in the hiding, we soon realize that hiding never eliminates what we are hiding from.

Running’ is driven by panic. ‘Destination’ is driven by thought. And while it’s terribly painful to admit, incessantly pretending that I do the latter doesn’t replace the fact that I’m constantly doing the former.

It is foolishness to think that you can leave a place your heart never left.

Life is full of running. The key to a life lived or an existence tolerated is held in the single decision as to the direction in which we will run.

Undoubtedly, our weariness is not based on the fact that we’re running. Rather, our weariness is all too frequently based on the fact that many of the things that we’re running from are the very things we should be running to.

I often ask to what place I am running, for if I am unable to identify that place it is likely that I am running in a circle of the most circular sort.

Either we are running ‘from’ what we fear or running ‘to’ what we fear. The former is a choice controlled by fear, the latter is an action inspired by it.

Denial is a state of mind with no legs. Therefore, while it works very hard to convince me that I’ve run far away from that which frightens me, it can’t take me anywhere except where I’m at.