I flee who chases me and chase who flees me.

If I am elected, I will flee from the Conclave.

I fled to get my voice back. I fled to get my mind back. I fled to get my freedom back.

I have fled in the shape of a raven of prophetic speech, in the shape of a satirizing fox, in the shape of a sure swift, in the shape of a squirrel vainly hiding. I have fled in the shape of a red deer, in the shape of iron in a fierce fire, in the shape of a sword sowing death and disaster, in the shape of a bull, relentlessly struggling.

Here was where she had learned this skill all those years ago, where she had learned how good it felt to run away.

I must run away, I must escape this very day or I shall go out of my mind.

Fleeing from a life of constant insecurity and forced mobility is good preparation for dealing with and resisting the typical forms of exploitation of immaterial labor.

I am a sporting man. I always give them a fair chance to get away.

NATURE: So flees the squirrel from the rattlesnake, and runs in its haste deliberately into the mouth of its tormentor. I am that from which thou fleest.

We feel free when we escape, even if it be but from the frying pan into the fire.

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

I used to think that one of the great signs of security was the ability to just walk away.

Much more naturally than you do: because flight is a much more natural consequence of fear than of hate. He doesn't flee men because he hates them, but because he is afraid of them. He doesn't flee them in order to harm them, but to try o escape the harm they wish to do to him. They, on the contrary, don't seek him through friendship, but through hate. They seek him and he flees from them just as in the wilderness of Africa, where there are few men and many tigers, the men flee the tigers, the men flee the tigers, and the tigers seek the men.

All of us who have time and money to spare, travel — that is to say, we flee; since surely it is not so much a question of travelling as of getting away? Which of us has not some sorrow to dull, or some yoke to cast off?