A Quote by Stephenie Meyer

Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either. — © Stephenie Meyer
Please don't run away. And, um, I'd rather you didn't kick me again either.
If someone attacks me, and they want to punch or kick me, I can just run away. They're not holding onto me. I can get away from them.
When you fight me, you aren't going to be able to be so careful. They better block their face and knock me out. I'm going to hit them, kick them. I'm going to come forward. They'll have to run, literally run, backwards. That's the only way to get away from me. And eventually you're going to run into the cage.
I only have have one question, scraping the inside of me. Answer it, and I will stumble back into her shadow, shut my mouth, never ask again. I've tried to ignore it, but it won't go away. It haunts my dreams, chases me through every single day, and I don't have the strength to turn around, face it down. So please tell me and I swear I'll never ask again. It's in your power to make it go away, and all you have to do is tell me why you love her more.
You're one kick away from being Public Enemy No. 1. You're always one kick away from trending on Twitter as the No. 1 loser in America.
I have a green card now, but they can take that away, yeah, they can take that away at any moment. So please don't; please let me keep it.
Please tell me a story about a girl who gets away." I would, even if I had to adapt one, even if I had to make one up just for her. "Gets away from what, though?" "From her fairy godmother. From the happy ending that isn't really happy at all. Please have her get out and run off of the page altogether, to somewhere secret where words like 'happy' and 'good' will never find her." "You don't want her to be happy and good?" "I'm not sure what's really meant by happy and good. I would like her to be free. Now. Please begin.
Please think of me like an endangered species and just observe me quietly from far away. If you try to talk to me or touch me casually, I may get intimidated and bite you. So please be careful.
Please," she whispered as she opened the book, "please get me out of here just for an hour or so, please take me far, far away
Human beings, when they encounter that which can't be understood, either run away from it, run towards it blindly, or just rationalize it out of existence.
If you treat an animal right, they don't run away. They're not like us. They run away from people they don't trust; most times we run away from ourselves.
Never run out on me again. No matter what happens, you stay and fight. Yell at me, argue, throw something at me, whatever you want to do, but never walk away from me. Promise me that.
You can run, run, run away from a lot of things in life, but you can't run away from yourself. And the key to happiness is to understand and accept who you are.
Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either.
Please, God. Help me. Take this pain away. Please fill this loneliness with your love. Help me, God, please, help me.
Know when to hold 'um, know when to fold 'um and know when to walk away from cameramen.
If you run away from trouble, it always follows.' Rather my impression, too. Though that never stopped me trying.
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