A Quote by Swami Vivekananda

Do not run away, it is cowardice. — © Swami Vivekananda
Do not run away, it is cowardice.
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.
To run away from trouble is a form of cowardice and, while it is true that the suicide braves death, he does it not for some noble object but to escape some ill.
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.
If you must run, have something to run toward, so it feels less like cowardice.
Non-violence and cowardice are contradictory terms. Non-violence is the greatest virtue, cowardice the greatest vice. Non-violence springs from love, cowardice from hate. Non-violence always suffers, cowardice would always inflict suffering. Perfect non-violence is the highest bravery. Non-violent conduct is never demoralising; cowardice always is.
I'm constantly running away from everything. I'm running away from things on a daily basis. I run away from relationships. I run away from responsibilities.
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.
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.
The ultimate act of cowardice is the fat-headed wrestling guy sitting behind the frail kid in math class, clipping him on the ear, saying: 'What are you going to do about that, faggot?' That is cowardice. When the bullets start flying past that jock's saucer-shaped ears, that's not cowardice. That's payback.
Apathy adds up, in the long run, to cowardice.
You can run away from home But you can't run away from your pain I sit here alone There's always someone else to blame.
Hobbies are apt to run away with us, you know; it doesn't do to be run away with. We must keep the reins.
How foolish it is to run away with a man who's already run away with someone else.
But then, is there cowardice in the acknowledgment of fear? Is there cowardice in being glad that you lived?
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.
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