A Quote by Frederick Lenz

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. — © Frederick Lenz
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.
I think it's one of the most natural things for any human to do is to be able to run because it's that flight or fight reaction you have. You either fight or you run away. It's just a natural way for us to move.
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.
No, we don't walk away. But when we're holding on to something precious, we run. We run and run, fast as we can, and we don't stop running until we are out from under the shadow.
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.
Every time I feel mad or something, I run somewhere. It gets my frustrations away. I run and run and run.
We run when we're scared, we run when we're ecstatic, we run away from our problems and run around for a good time.
Still, to this day, I can't run on the treadmill. Why not just run outside? I never understood it.
I'm very aware that just driving blindly towards money won't get me anything. I drive blindly towards making the world a better place.
I wanted to run away from everything but I wanted to run towards something too.
When you're walking home at night, do you even get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run," and took off, pulling me behind her.
The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.
Why are we honoring this man? Have we run out of human beings?
They couldn't, in the National Party, run a bath and if either the deputy leader or the leader tried to, Sir Robert would run away with the plug.
When we run from God, we run away from everything that makes us alive and free. We run away from our own happiness. We leave our place where we belong—close to his heart.
There's something so universal about that sensation, the way running unites our two most primal impulses: fear and pleasure. We run when we're scared, we run when we're ecstatic, we run away from our problems and run around for a good time.
How to unravel the knot of reality? Slowly and patiently. You cannot run away from it. You cannot run towards it. Yet truth runs in your footsteps. It is the face in the mirror, the light of the sun, the winter rainstorms, the heat of summer in the city
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