James A. Garfield Quotes

I did try to leave, and she came running after me.

I knew, however, that the next morning after the fight I would have to get away, and I did just in time, for a full company came early to look for me and were furious because I had escaped them.

I'm not really a fugitive.

I prefer to be hunted compared to the other way around... I don't know how you say it.

I've become the hunted. I'm enjoying that. It's better to be the hunted than the hunter.

You can run, but you can't hide, Cupcake." Morelli said. "I'll find you." "You are such a cop." "Tell me about it.

Although we followed that hyena for the best part of half an hour, we never caught up with it.

Everyone knows the more you chase something the faster it runs and the more you ignore something the faster it comes.

It's like one of those dreams you have when someone is chasing you. You're running as fast as you can, and someone's trotting behind you, just out of range, trying to grab onto you.

If I moved, he moved. If I stopped, he stopped. It was a duel.

I think I survived by running away some. Running away to work.

There is no problem so big it cannot be run away from.

The only way for a man to get ahead is to run faster than the fellow in front of him.

He has never been more than two steps ahead of the law.

Some people run away from things.

Before he fought Billy Conn, Joe Louis said, 'He can run, but he can't hide.' That's how I feel about New York: You can run from it, but you can't hide.

Running away from something doesn't do anything except put distance.

GSP can't hide from me forever, you know.

I'm certainly never running away from the Seekers again.

Don't look back!" "Why not?" "Because I just did! Run faster!

You got to hidey-hide, you got to jump and run again. You got to hide-hidey-hide, the old man is down the road.

As if you could outrun me.

Are you running away from something?

He can run, but he can't hide.

Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once in the road, free from the fields and brakes, he changed his run into a walk, and he never paused or stopped, till he came with a gulp of relief into the ugly streets of the big industrial town. He made hi way to the station at once, and found that he was an hour too soon for the London express. So, there was plenty of time for breakfast; which consisted of brandy.