Maggie

“...I didn't run away to come home the same. -Claudia”
― E L Konigsburg, 天使雕像

“Are we running away from home?” I asked, giving voice to the question that had been on my mind for two days, ever since the lady at the Wok On restaurant asked where we were from and my mother lied.
My mother had laughed. I couldn’t see her face, but her laugh I could always conjure—rich, ringing, like bells calling you to a wedding. “No, silly goose. You can’t run away from home. It’s not home if you want to run away from it.” She paused to brush a strand of hair from my face. “You can only run away from a house. Home is something you run toward.”
― Michele Jaffe, Ghost Flower

“I do know this. It's the things we run from that hurt us the most." –Brad Sturdevant”
― Norma Johnston

“Sometimes its hard to tell how fast the current's moving until you're headed over a waterfall”
― Kimberly McCreight, Reconstructing Amelia