Quotes About Adventure

I didn't know you even could get arrested in Amsterdam

till one day she got in a car and she just kept driving.

Big Rock Candy Mountain,

It's life, Jim, but not as we know it.

I spent a lot of the holidays at Charlie's home in Herefordshire, learning to drive on his

She had held her whole life, everything she was, as lightly as a wildflower tucked in her hair, to be tossed away at any second as she took off burning streaks down the highway.

For a supposedly sacred, infallible text, it reads a lot like a Choose Your Own Adventure novel.

It took him forever to get to downtown Vancouver although Tony had to admit that saving the world by public transportation was a particularly Canadian way to do things.

left. If you drive to work or school along the same route every day, intentionally vary the way you go, exploring different streets and unfamiliar territory. This sounds simple, almost innocuous. But when we do a familiar task in a novel way, we stir a fresh awareness.

to failure." Playing it safe requires that we avoid risky situations—which covers pretty much all of life.

I liked the idea of there being an alternative current that hums and crackles just at the edge of our visible world. Now I realize it is a metaphor for the sometimes confused and ill-at-ease way we feel in our lives , but as a child I thought of it more realistically: if you enter that forest, you'll go somewhere else. Somewhere exciting!

You can't possibly be afraid of trees.

Use it to remember you have only one life to live. Seek God, and a thousand adventures and dreams will pursue you. - Where Dandelions Bloom

there may be some journeys that you just never come all the way home from.

we have to go forth in order to come back, plunge into time in order to be born anew, and roam the world in order to get back to ourselves at last.

These included the top of Mount Everest and up the chief's rear passage.

We went to places where we felt - like all lovers - that we were the first. We discovered the body of a lover has secrets that never end. We discovered that at times the same secrets reveal different truths.

Man is a restless creature, nomadic at heart.

At least as a single woman, I had time to pursue my own interests, read voraciously, and travel when opportunity presented.

Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been

Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez, when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific–and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise– Silent, upon a peak in Darien.

think of the adventures on which she might embark.

Amelia Edward's Thousand Miles Up the Nile, Gertrude Bell's Persian Pictures, and Mary Kingsley's Travels in West Africa, Congo Français, Corisco, and Cameroons.

The more I read, the hungrier I become. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world, other destinies, other dreams.