All motion is relative. Perhaps it is you who have moved away-by standing still

Move within, but don’t move the way fear makes you move” — it is so beautiful. Don’t move the way fear makes you move. Move the way love makes you move. Move the way joy makes you move — not out of fear,

Some have been thought brave because they were afraid to run away.

People move because of the wear and tear of anxiety. Because of the gnawing feeling that no matter how hard they work their efforts will yield nothing, that what they build up in one year will be torn down in one day by others. Because of the impression that the future is blocked up, that *they* might do all right but not their children. Because of the feeling that nothing will change, that happiness and prosperity are possible only somewhere else.

Is anything wrong, dear? the old joke went.
No, why?
You moved.
Just don't move.

those who move but very slowly, may advance much farther, if they always follow the right way; then those who run and straggle from it.

You want to escape from pain, but the more you struggle to escape, the more you inflame the agony. You are afraid and want to be brave, but the effort to be brave is fear trying to run away from itself.

Keep not standing fixed and rooted. Briskly venture, briskly roam.

Mother told me once that some Westonians privately criticised Dad for retreating so soon. They apparently felt it would have been more dignified to have waited a week or so before running away. I think this view misses the essential point of running away, which is to do it the moment the idea has occurred to you. Only an obsessional procrastinator would cry, “Let’s run for our lives, but not till Wednesday afternoon.

In my kingdom,” as the Red Queen tells Alice in Wonderland, “you have to run as fast as you can just to stay in the same place.” No one standing still can triumph, no matter how well constituted.

"Deny it, my dear? I don't mean to deny it. Running away, in many cases, is a thing so excellent, that no philosopher would, at times, condescend to adopt any other step. All of us nations in Europe, without one exception, have shown our philosophy in that way at times. Even people, "qui ne se rendent pas," have deigned both to run and to shout, "Sauve qui peut" at odd times of sunset; though, for my part, I have no pleasure in recalling unpleasant remembrances to brave men; and yet, really, being so philosophic, they ought not to be unpleasant."

How do you let go of anger? How do you release a fury you’ve been standing on for so long, you would stumble were it yanked away?

"When I stay in one Place,
I can hardly think at all;
my body had to be on the move to set my mind going."

Jean-Jacques Rousseau.

damn, if we die, we die moving, don’t we, not sitting still and letting our lives fade out?