Quotes About Adventure

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Loretta Jane, we ain't fixin' to steal their horses, are we?" "You wanna walk?" "Hunter's gonna flay us alive.

Still trailing Amy, Loretta spotted Hunter the moment his horse drew out in front of the others. Heaving for air, she stumbled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Hunter, broad back to the wagons, sat tall on his stallion, waving his rifle above his head. As if in a dream, she whirled. The sight of Hunter making a target of himself would be painted in full color across the canvas of her mind for the rest of her life.

Loretta Jane, I got me this deep-down feelin' that we've bit off a hunk too big to chew." "We're fine. Trust me. I rode to Hunter's village, didn't I?" "With directions from Hunter!

I'm leaving on a journey." "Ah, yes, a journey. Where are you going?" Hunter ignored the question. It was one thing to surrender to his woman, but quite another to admit it to his brother.

Where are we going?" she asked. "You will see." She cast an uneasy glance at the knife on his belt. Then her eyes trailed up his muscular torso to his face. The breeze caught his hair, pulling it back so she had an unimpeded view of his features. She had grown so accustomed to the slash on his cheek, she scarcely noticed it now. Instead she saw the proud lift of his squared chin, the high line of his cheekbones, the chiseled profile of his nose and forehead.

Are you hurt anywhere?" Rachel demanded. "No, not a scratch. Just a little grimy around the edges." "Lands, you are in a tangle. Don't those Injuns have soap?" "Not a sniff." Loretta laughed, feeling giddy, not quite able to believe Hunter had brought her here as promised. "Maybe that's a bad choice of words. I bet I smell to high heaven." "Like a little smokehouse.

We must go west. Alone, Blue Eyes, leaving all that we are behind. All those we love, your people, my people." Loretta caught his face between her hands, shaking with the intensity of her emotions. "Hunter, you are my people. I'll follow you anywhere.

A-are you going on a raid tomorrow after you take me home?" He glanced up from his work. "With this? His dark eyes filled with laughter as he peered along the crooked shaft of the lance. "Blue Eyes, a crooked tse-ak such as this would kill my friend beside me.

She heard the coyote again. Hunter. "I'm going. He's out there calling me, and I'm going.

I like all the adventure sports but I like to do them in a safe way.

I love to not work. I like to travel. I work maybe half the year, no more.

Each cup of tea represents an imaginary voyage.

Okla ete ablotse. 'My spirit has traveled abroad even if my body has not.

He had wanted so hard to Escape, to find the stars. And all he had found was a new prison.

Sapphique strapped the wings to his arms and flew, over oceans and plains, over glass cities and mountains of gold. Animals fled; people pointed up. He flew so far, he saw the sky above him and the sky said, "Turn back, my son, for you have climbed too high." Sapphique laughed, as he rarely did. "Not this time. This time I beat on you until you open." But Incarceron was angered, and struck him down.

There is a door we know, a tiny, secret door... - legends of sapphique

Daring is the thing for a fighting man to be remembered by.

Night soil oozed onto my cloak, and I wondered why all my adventures involved foul odour. Why could I not for once frolic in a meadow of flowers, or escape in a hamper of fresh laundry? No, I must endure night soil and prison cells and unwashed soldiers…

The adventurous part of me was looking forward to getting out into the world, meeting new people, trying new things. But another part of me was thinking that it was just too soon. Why couldn't everything stay the same for a little while longer?

If you know you are going to fail, then fail gloriously!

I think that's what I love about my life. There's no maniacal master plan. It's just unfolding before me.

I love strange choices. I'm always interested in people who depart from what is expected of them and go into new territory.

We don't have to accept blandness in life. God, who is the author of creativity, is ready to make a dull life adventuresome the moment we allow his Holy Spirit to go to work inside us.