Quotes About Adventure

Anywhere is walking distance, if you've got the time.

I play the harmonica. The only way I can play is if I get my car going really fast, and stick it out the window.

If at first you don't succeed then skydiving definitely isn't for you.

Everywhere is walking distance if you have the time.

I tried to hang myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.

Once I tried to kill myself with a bungee cord. I kept almost dying.

Cross-country skiing is fine as long as you live in a small country.

Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.

When I have a kid, I wanna put him in one of those strollers for twins, then run around the mall looking frantic.

When i have a kid, I want to put him in one of those strollers for twins, then run around the mall looking frantic.

We carry our own wilderness with us.

Climbing may be hard, but it's easier than growing up. (Thanks Ed Sklar!)

Every road I walked would take me down to the sea With every broken promise in my sack And every love would always send the ship of my heart Over the rolling sea

To achieve anything, you must be prepared to dabble on the boundary of disaster.

There's a long, long trail a-winding into the land of my dreams.

A lot of fun stuff happens when you go out on a bike compared to when you're in a car. You're more in the environment. It's enjoyable. Even when It's raining It's still fun.

There is something out there for me, he thought, and then he chided himself for the melodrama of the idea. There is something out there for everyone, everywhere, if they have the courage to look. He knew he was no different from anyone else. Perhaps he had simply become the victim of calenture, and had not realised it. He did not feel fevered and yet his compulsion was undeniably mazy.

You must gamble for your own survival, for once you have survived, you will have become something more than what you were.

I envy the fact that soon you will have your first sight of Mewt, of Jessapur and other countries. That first experience cannot be repeated-the foreign scent of a place, the newness of its sunsets, dawns, and twilights, the ambience of its nights, the perfume of its days, the secret knowledge that hangs in the very air waiting to be discovered or reveal itself.

You are an ingenuous little terranaut, who is having a series of grubby adventures.

After what seemed an hour of disorienting scrabbling, I managed to claw my way through the leaping bodies and stumbled into the city beyond them.

Why not live your adventure, seeing as you're stuck with it?

Here, where the body of the mountains pressed so close, Delilah could hear the wicked flexing of rock, as if it cracked its bones in malevolent glee, marking time until it showered the helpless travelers with deadly blades.

Here, my story began. Now I feel as if another story's just beginning.