Quotes About Adventure

Were I a cloud I'd gather My skirts up in the air, And fly I well know whither, And rest I well know where...

Collect moments, not things.

Don't think you're on the right road just because it's a well-beaten path.

The day is past when women want to spend hours and hours in the kitchen. They like to get out and do things.

Taste just a sliver of courage and it's hard to go back to fear.

This delicate little plant [curiosity], aside from stimulation, stands mainly in need of freedom.

We spend all our lives building wings of faith so that we can fearlessly fly off into another world.

When he died, Daddy went to the Wildlands for sure... He rode a tornado to get there.

He who is outside his door has the hardest part of his journey behind him.

[T]he person that had took a bull by the tail once had learnt sixty or seventy times as much as a person that hadn't, and said a person that started in to carry a cat home by the tail was gitting knowledge that was always going to be useful to him, and warn't ever going to grow dim or doubtful.

Spread your wings and let the fairy in you fly!

Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind.

The best faith is not the stagnant, same-every-day, sit-still faith but the faith that dances and sways with life.

It's Friday night — time to be a hero and rescue some wine trapped in a bottle!

...and only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out just how far one can go.

The adventure in popular government has gone on in this country for 150 years. And attended by the new risks of this revolutionary era, it is still the greatest adventure in the world today. And still worth one's faith, and one's courage, and one's perspicacity.

Happiness is breathlessly chasing you.

He had done this thing before, somewhere in that other and dimly remembered world, and he was doing it again, now, running free in the open, the unpacked earth underfoot, the wide sky overhead.

We were not many, and the world was very small. There were strange lands to the east- islands like Akutan; so we thought all the world was islands, and did not mind.

It was bewildering. He was sprawling through solidity. And ever the light grew brighter. Fear urged him to go back, but growth drove him on.

They had seen life, and done deeds, and lived romances, but they did not know it.

And closely akin [...] was the call still sounding in the depths of the forest. It filled him with a great unrest and strange desires. It caused him to feel a vague, sweet gladness, and he was aware of wild yearnings and stirrings for he knew not what.

Here the train was halted. The Scotch half-breed slowly retraced his steps to the camp they had left. The men ceased talking. A revolver-shot rang out. The man came back hurriedly. The whips snapped, the bells tinkled merrily, the sleds churned along the trail; but Buck knew, and every dog knew, what had taken place behind the belt of river trees.

Suddenly, they saw its back end drop down, as into a rut, and the gee-pole, with Hal clinging to it, jerk into the air. Mercedes's scream came to their ears. They saw Charles turn and make one step to run back, and then a whole section of ice give way and dogs and humans disappear. A yawning hole was all that was to be seen. The bottom had dropped out of the trail. John Thornton and Buck looked at each other. You poor devil, said John Thornton, and Buck licked his hand.