When in doubt or danger, run in circles, scream and shout.
I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.
Normally, we push away the things we're scared of.
When the press began asking me for interviews, I freaked out. My instinct is to hide.
We moved around so much when I was young. I was very shy, so shy that I would walk across the street if I saw someone I knew rather than deal with talking to them.
I never wanted to go to college in the state of Washington because I was so embarrassed and ashamed of my family life. I wanted to run. That's what always what I do, I run. I run as far away as I can.
Nothin wounded goes uphill, he said. It just dont happen.
I have a tendency to check out when the stakes are too high in a movie.
The fact is that as soon as they reach Baghdad gates, we will besiege them and slaughter them. Until now they have refused to do battle with us. They are just going places. One can describe them as a boa: when it feels threatened, it runs to somewhere else.
I'm scared of audiences. One show in Amsterdam I was so nervous, I escaped out the fire exit. I've thrown up a couple of times. Once in Brussels, I projectile vomited on someone. I just gotta bear it. But I don't like touring. I have anxiety attacks a lot.
All of my life, when things got too difficult, I folded up the tent and went to bed. I couldn't stand a challenge... I was terrified of confrontation. I was very laid-back, and just wouldn't get involved or fight back.
Every time I go to Washington, I break out in a cold sweat. So I try not to spend too much time there.
Fear makes you do stupid things.
They run like deer, jump like deer and think like deer.
A rational army would run away.
I've never done well when I've been appreciated. I've done best when I'm targeted for death.
Every day I run scared. That's the only way I can stay ahead.
What was new was the fact that, despite my heart doing its fight-or-flight, help-we're-prey-and-HEY-STUPID-THAT'S-A-VAMPIRE number, I was glad to see him. Ridiculous but true. Scary but true.
The whole wood seemed running now, running hard, hunting, chasing, closing in round something or - somebody? In panic, he began to run too, aimlessly, he knew not whither.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
I'm not a person who embraces challenges. I run from challenges. I break world records running from challenges.
I'm definitely guilty of turning tail and running in places in my life. It's the lack of courage, really.
Coward: One who, in a perilous emergency, thinks with his legs.
I like to think in an emergency situation, I'd act in a really brave way. But the truth is if I ever did get in a situation that looked remotely dangerous, I'd fall on my knees and start crying.
The purpose of fear, clearly, is to help you get away - which it does. If your heart rate increases, there is more blood pumping so you can use that blood to fuel your muscles to run away. Oxygen is sent to the lungs so you can run fast. Pupils dilating help you see in the dark. All of that prepares your body to fight or escape.
