Quotes About Adventure

through the woods. Big Bear. I heard him fall

Around this time I made my plan. Dangerous possibly, crazy for sure. All I can say is, you try living in crazytown for a while and see what you cook up.

This is darkest Africa, where life roars by you like a flood and you grab whatever looks like it will hold you up.

Let me claim that Africa and I kept company for a while and then parted ways.

How strange that a boy could make a kite of his pants, fly them around the world, and somehow arrive back at the house where everything began.

she was always one to tell me I should start trusting the wild ride, meaning life or whatever. Because it's not one hundred percent fucked up, once in a while it delivers.

I went on foot because I still had feet to carry me.

Any sport that's not football around here is like vanilla. Why even eat that, if they've invented flavors.

There he'd found the pasteboard notebook: the most beautiful book ever, it could become anything.

So what do I know about ocean, still yet to stand on its sandy beard and look it in the eye? Still waiting to meet the one big thing I know is not going to swallow me alive.

We had the moon in the window to smile on us for a minute and tell us the world was ours. Because all the adults had gone off somewhere and left everything in our hands.

She seemed like a person born to have sidewalks under her feet.

My first question: Is Knoxville near the ocean. Answer: Wrong direction.

Five days and the train has passed through many underworlds.

With that one little booklet put back in place, it came as a different story. Because of that burrow through rock and water—lacuna, he called it. This time I read with a different heart, understanding the hero would still be standing at journey's end. Or at least, live or die, he'd known of a chance and aimed to take it.

life is a wild, impetuous ride. There could be good shit up ahead, don't rule it out.

It's one thing to carry your life wherever you go. Another thing to always go looking for it somewhere else.

but in better days she was always one to tell me I should start trusting the wild ride, meaning life or whatever. Because it's not one hundred percent fucked up, once in a while it delivers.

She'll follow the river south through Lake Havasu City, where some rich person, she has heard, actually bought the London Bridge and shipped it over block by block to stand lonely in the desert.

If you do not fill your energetic field with new experiences, new ideas, and new versions of yourself, your field becomes dim and worn, bored with the same old story.

When one's time approached, how much better to go out in a blaze of glorious lunacy, on a gnu, than to dribble one's life away in a rocking chair. Alexander

skipped the rest of the way to Room Nine.

playground! And so Mrs. brought me here to get

That's where