Novel & Cerita Quotes About Runaway

“You make it sound easy.” “It’s not. But it’s worth it.” He walked past me, poured himself some coffee, and stared out the window. The sky outside was pale, washed clean by the night’s rain. “You ever think about leaving?” he asked suddenly. I frowned. “Leaving where?” “This place. The city. Everything.” I hesitated. “All the time. But somehow, I always end up staying.” “Why?” “Because running doesn’t fix what’s broken,” I said quietly. “It just hides it for a while.”

"Trading your reputation, your future, for one night with pack trash?" "That's enough!" Lance stepped between us. "This isn't helping." My hands trembled as I fought back tears. Pack trash. The words cut deep because part of me wondered if they were right. God, I'd been so stupid. One night of weakness, of letting my hurt over Nathan turn into something reckless and impulsive. I'd given everything to Noxon, and what had he done? Left me, just like everyone said he would.

"Over the years, exploring art and education abroad often left me feeling an unspoken disconnect. There's no right or wrong in culture. I simply believe the path I chose back then suited me better. If you cried to get into this school, you'd better finish it—even if you're crying the whole time." Laughter erupted. I smiled and concluded, "One last piece of advice—when you're at life's crossroads, listen to your heart's truest voice." Applause followed as I stepped off the stage. In the hallway, Gaius rushed out to block my way. "You're lying," he said, his voice firm. "You gave up studying abroad for me." I looked at him, not cold but distant. "At first, I thought so, too. Later, I realized

"Nobody is keeping me. Especially not you." You can run… but only for a while.

"I was a bastard, Helen—the worst of them all." She reached out and pressed her lips to his. Then she gently stroked his cheek and wiped away the tear rolling down his face. "You weren’t a bastard. You’re just a human being who went through pain and misery. I was immature, too. I didn’t know how to face reality. If I had known, that first day I ran from the church, that you were the great love of my life, I would’ve gone back. But unfortunately, humans are like that—we think we can solve everything. And it’s not true. Life is unexpected."

Never look back. But running had never solved anything. I knew that too well. I’d been running for so long, always trying to stay one step ahead, and all it did was make me more tired, more broken. I couldn’t keep doing that. Not anymore. Not when I had children who needed me to be strong.

he said, “but you’re also not invincible. At some point, something has to give. You can’t just keep running.” The words hit harder than I expected. Running. That was exactly what I’d been doing, wasn’t it? Not just from my responsibilities or the chaos of the festival but from everything—my fears, my insecurities, my past. I leaned back against the couch, letting his words settle over me like a heavy blanket. “Why do you think you do it?” he asked after a moment, his tone shifting into the clinical, probing mode he slipped into when he was trying to get to the root of something. “Why do you think you run, even when you know you’re capable of handling things?”

“I saw her. My mother… She was running. Through fire. Holding a bundle—me, I think.” Leo tensed. “Fire?” I nodded. “She was trying to get away. There were wolves in cloaks. They were chasing her. She… she whispered something before the vision ended.” “What did she say?” he asked. I swallowed. “She said, ‘If she ever awakens, tell her—don’t trust the flame-born.’” Leo stiffened. My chest tightened. “Does that… mean something to you?”

“Rich. Spoiled. Entitled.” I bristled. “I am not entitled.” He let out a sharp, dry laugh. “No? So what do you call running away from your mansion because you felt a little ‘suffocated’? What do you call wandering into the night with no plan, no clue about the real world, thinking it would be some grand adventure?” I swallowed hard, his words sinking in like stones in water. “If I was entitled, I wouldn’t be trying to leave home,” I argued, though my voice wavered.

Eventually, he asked, "Why don't we just bolt?" Ember was certainly reluctant. "We haven't gotten our money!" "Which do you think is more important, the money or staying alive?" the man asked in return. Ember thought about it briefly and soon replied, "Staying alive." What good was money when she was not alive to spend it? "That's right—there will be opportunities as long as you stay alive," Winston said as he pulled her along, leaping out of the hole that was supposed to be a window and onto the scaffolding, where they climbed down and fled into the bushes.