Quotes About Adventure

There may be questions still unanswered, but that means that we need science, not that science is useless [...] There are fish in the sea as yet uncaught, but that does not mean that fishing nets have failed and should be thrown aside.

Her moment came. Nobody was looking. She sidled quickly across the deck and lost herself among the crates that clustered at the base of the boat's shuddering, discoloured funnel. The air tasted of salt and guilt, and she felt alive.

Before her escort could react, she sprinted out from their little pool of lantern-light into the darkness, her feet pounding the soft, treacherous clods of the field. The guards called after her for a while, but did not pursue, In a lost city, how could they chase down every lost soul who became a little more lost?

Even if it means I have to run off and live in the wild caves with a bag over my head, I still want to know what's going on. I need to know.

No, nobody would ever call Neverfell 'my lady'. She was still a 'miss' all the way – misunderstanding, making mistakes, getting into misadventures.

Follow that coffeehouse.

I don't want a happy ending. I want more story.

The Childersins were armed with swords and daggers. The Cartographers were armed with nothing but surprise, but really quite a lot of surprise.

It was such a simple thing, but it made Bear feel less trapped. This was his cool, green territory, a domain of damp scents and mysteries. Every time, Makepeace felt her eyes sharpen , until she could see in the dim light as clearly as full day. Today she dug the turf with her fingers, rubbed against a tree and snuffed at the dandelion clocks, breaking them with her nose. She was a little too slow to stop Bear licking a fat beetle off her wrist and eating it.

Why? Nobody cared. With a new and wild intoxication, bolts were yanked from their frames, locks burst, walls cloven. No terrible Locksmith vengeance ensued. The townspeople plunged on with the glee a very young child feels the first time she realizes that her parents are not all-seeing and that plates break very easily.

Right now he was trying to make a whole strange new world feel safe.

She had a murderer to find, and an island to frighten.

Nobody was ever ready to stop you doing things that nobody sensible would even try. Mad things. Like jumping into a river, grabbing the nearest bucket and letting it haul you up a shaft not designed for human passage.

I've tried not to be trapped in repetitive furrows of my own.

I had the urge to examine my life in another culture and move beyond what I knew.

The world cracks open for those willing to take a risk.

The Only Thing More Surprising Than the Chance She's Taking...Is Where It's Taking Her!

Travel releases spontaneity. You become a godlike creature full or choice, free to visit the stately pleasure domes, make love in the morning, sketch a bell tower, read a history of Byzantium, stare for one hour at the face of Leonardo da Vinci's 'Madonna dei fusi.' You open, as in childhood, and--for a time--receive this world. There's visceral aspect, too--the huntress who is free. Free to go, free to return home bringing memories to lay on the hearth.

My idea of heaven still is to drive the gravel farm roads of Umbria and Tuscany, very pleasantly lost.

Although I am a person who expected to be rooted in one spot forever, as it has turned out I love having the memories of living in many places.

Italy's siren call lures us more and more.

No matter how one may think himself accomplished, when he sets out to learn a new language, science, or the bicycle, he has entered a new realm as truly as if he were a child newly born into the world.

Nunca dejes que la realidad te estropee una buena historia.

Vivir es un riesgo permanente. Sólo los muertos están a salvo, ya lo sabes. Para siempre. [pp. 112]