Either you run the day or the day runs you..

You know what's weird? Day by day, nothing seems to change, but pretty soon...everything's different.

For John was running, and this was terrible. Because if you ran, time ran. You yelled and screamed and raced and rolled and tumbled and all of a sudden the sun was gone and the whistle was blowing and you were on your long way home to supper. When you weren't looking, the sun got around behind you! The only way to keep things slow was to watch everything and do nothing! You could stretch a day to three days, sure, just by watching!

No matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself

Everyone is in such a hurry. People haven’t found meaning in their lives, so they’re running all the time looking for it. They think the next car, the next house, the next job. Then they find those things are empty, too, and they keep running. Once you start running, it’s hard to slow yourself down.

Run like a bravey, Sleep like a baby, Dream like a crazy, Replace can't with maybe.

I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too. Don't you see, dear, how it was?

He was maxed out. He had no
resources left to do anything else. That's what happens
when you're tired. Your decision-making skills erode. You
start missing things — things that you would pick up on
any other day.

Because this is what happens when you try to run from the past. it doesn't just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.

When you turn your back on someone, they come running after you.

It is an ironic habit of human beings to run faster when they have lost their way.

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

I change too quickly: my today refutes my yesterday. When I ascend I often jump over steps, and no step forgives me that.

And that's how things are. A day is like a whole life. You start out doing one thing, but end up doing something else, plan to run an errand, but never get there. . . . And at the end of your life, your whole existence has the same haphazard quality, too. Your whole life has the same shape as a single day.