Quotes About Adventure

She had always been good at dreaming, but what she had never done before was believe a dream could actually come true. She believed now. The wonder of setting sail created possibilities she had never considered before.

When she was very small, her mother used to tell her that books were alive in a special way. Between the covers, characters were living their lives, enacting their dramas, falling in and out of love, finding trouble, working out their problems. Even sitting closed on a shelf, a book had a life of its own. When someone opened the book, that was when the magic happened.

Ever since she was small, she'd found delight and comfort in books. For her, a story was so much more than words on a page. Opening a book was like opening a door to another world, and once she stepped across the threshold, she was transported. When she was reading a story, she lived inside a different skin.

On Sunday, something washed up on shore.

Sometimes life shoves you off into the unknown, and it turns out to be amazing.

How would you live your life differently if you could start over, what would you do, who would you be, where would you go, what would you embrace?

Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said, "America's greatest contribution to the world is the summer camp." Anyone

He wanted to experience the world in all its messy, confusing glory.

Just my luck, she thought. Here I am in the middle of nowhere, and Easy Rider comes to my rescue.

As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

Opening a book was like opening a door to another world, and once she stepped across the threshold, she was transported. When she was reading a story, she lived inside a different skin. She

I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,' said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.

He was Odysseus one moment, the Ancient Mariner the next, an ordinary man like Tom Joad or a seeker like Douglas Adams's hitchhiker. He wandered in search of a past that existed only inside himself. He sought fields of flowers and towering cliffs that jutted out over the ocean and mountaintops that pierced the clouds.

As a child, she'd been a great reader, finding the ultimate escape within the pages of a story. She learned that opening a book was like opening a set of double doors—the next step would take her inside to Neverland or Nod, Sunnybrook Farm or Mulberry Street.

They tumbled out of the van, eager to explore the docks. There were brown pelicans and sea lions, anemones and barnacles clinging to the planks and pilings, and silver flashes of schooling minnows in the shallows.

Through this. Through to where? Where did you end up when you got through something? What happened at the end of through? Was it a destination? Or another open door? An escape hatch?

What kind of books do you like?" "The kind of books that make me forget my own life for a while.

No pessimist ever discovered the secret of the stars, or sailed to an uncharted land, or opened a new doorway for the human spirit." —Helen Keller

I remember she told me she could either spend her time working on a scrapbook about her life, or actually living her life. And she chose to live her life.

A capital ship for an ocean trip Was the Walloping Window Blind—No gale that blew dismayed her crew Or troubled the captain's mind. The man at the wheel was taught to feel Contempt for the wildest blow. And it often appeared, when the weather had cleared, That he'd been in his bunk below. —Charles Edward Carryl, Davy and the Goblin: A Nautical Ballad

She read books that took her to faraway places. Books that let her live a different life. Books that made her see the world with new eyes.

If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good. The statement was attributed to Theodore Seuss Geisel—better known as Dr. Seuss.

life was beautiful, that love and adventure were possible even when times were hard or frightening.

I was longing, instead, for the feelings I'd had when I first met him, wishing I could love with that sweetly giddy, self-forgetting exhilaration just once more in my life and knowing, somehow, that I wouldn't. I was, I think, longing for my younger self, full of optimism and joy and impatient for life, for adventure, for risk.