Haste is universal because everyone is in flight from himself.

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

Our lives may be separate, but they run in the same direction, like parallel lines.

Whenever we hear disaster, everybody runs there. They don't check whether they are having a shoe as they are running there, they are just running there to protect or to see what has happened

It generally feels better to run toward something than to run away from something. Focus on what is pulling you in, not what you're trying to avoid.

Go off in all directions at once; you're bound to get somewhere somehow.

As long as everyone has the same vision and a willingness to pull in the same direction, then we can achieve something great.

Here we are, in one little world, one planet... Everybody agrees that world government is the logical solution...

If you could get all the people in an organization rowing in the same direction, you could dominate any industry, in any market, against any competition, at any time.

"Do you ever feel like running away?"
"Of course... Sometimes I feel like I want to run away from everything."
"I remember having that feeling once when I was at the Daisy Hill Puppy Farm... I climbed over the fence, but I was still in the world!"

In a world of fugitives, the person taking the opposite direction will appear to run away.

What if we could get everyone in the world together to record what they know in one place?

Run towards the roar,’ the old people used to tell the young ones. When faced with great danger and when people panic and seek a false sense of safety, run towards the roaring and go where you fear to go. For only in facing your fears can you find some safety and a way through. When the world rattles and the end seems near, go towards the roar.

Pascal suggests that people avoid looking inwards and keep running in the vain hope of escaping a face-to-face encounter with their predicament, which is to face up to their utter insignificance whenever they recall the infinity of the universe. And he censures them and castigates them for doing so. It is, he says, that morbid inclination to hassle around rather than stay put which ought to be blamed for all unhappiness. One could, however, object that Pascal, even if only implicitly, does not present us with the choice between a happy and an unhappy life, but between two kinds of unhappiness: whether we choose to run or stay put, we are doomed to be unhappy. The only (putative and misleading!) advantage of being on the move (as long as we keep moving) is that we postpone for a while the moment of that truth. This is, many would agree, a genuine advantage of running out of rather than staying in our rooms—and most certainly it is a temptation difficult to resist. And they will choose to surrender to that temptation, allow themselves to be allured and seduced—if only because as long as they remain seduced they will manage to stave off the danger of discovering the compulsion and addiction that prompts them to run, screened by what is called “freedom of choice” or “self-assertion.” But, inevitably, they will end up longing for the virtues they once possessed but have now abandoned for the sake of getting rid of the agony which practicing them, and taking responsibility for that practice, might have caused.