#fleeing

Whoever, fleeing marriage and the sorrows that women cause, does not wish to wed comes to a deadly old age. ↗

— Hesiod

#age #cause #comes #deadly #does

We are battling fanatics who kidnap and behead civilians and shoot fleeing children in the back. There can be no dialogue with such people, and the American people understand this. ↗

— Kay Bailey Hutchison

#american people #back #battling #behead #children

A high heart ought to bear calamities and not flee them, since in bearing them appears the grandeur of the mind and in fleeing them the cowardice of the heart. ↗

— Pietro Aretino

#bear #bearing #calamities #cowardice #flee

Grown men have been seen fleeing after reading the menu posted outside. ↗

— William E. Geist

#been #fleeing #grown #grown men #men

I know well what I am fleeing from but not what I am in search of. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#fleeing #i #i am #know #search

I've always been in the theater. I've always gone to it. That's been my way to cope. Early on in my career, I remember running - fleeing - to the theater as a way of coping with all the meshugaas that was going on for me. ↗

— Al Pacino

#been #career #cope #coping #early

They were involved in a firefight and felt they were surrounded. Whether they escaped from that and were fleeing and went in the wrong direction, we don't know. ↗

— Hugh Shelton

#escaped #felt #fleeing #involved #know

After the outbreak of war, in April 1940, we left Geneva with our three children aged 4 years, 2 years and 2 weeks only to become part of the disordered refugee crowds fleeing across France from the German army. ↗

— James Meade

#after #aged #april #army #become

We all flee in hope of finding some ground of security ↗

— M.T. Anderson

#hope #running-away #security #life

Her arms groped forward to guide her when her tears blocked her vision in darkness. Then she couldn't run any more. She sank to her knees and began to cry in her terror. She wanted Gary. She suddenly felt strong arms around her. She bent her head to bury it in Gary's shoulder, trembling in the darkness. Whimpering like a small animal in a trap, she pushed herself closer to him and said in a choked voice, "I'm so frightened!" "I know, my love," the voice said. "I'm so sorry you were hurt." She felt herself being pulled up to him, his grip around her tight. It was a strange feeling in this pitch-black hallway, where not even the light of the moon cast any illumination. The lips she touched were cold and yet they responded to her with an unusual warmth. His hands massaged her back. Something, Melanie thought, was wrong with that. The hands were too smooth, not like a plastered wrist would feel. "Gary?" she asked, backing away. She didn't trust what she couldn't see. "My love," the voice whispered, "there is no need to fear now. I shall protect you from those who mean you harm. ↗

— Clare McNally

#crying #darkness #fear #fleeing #helplessness