Quotes About Adventure

El auténtico descubridor. No obstante, no es el hombre que, el primero, tiene la suerte de tropezarse con alguna cosa, sino el hombre que encuentra lo que iba buscando.

I was not going to be killed by a gods-bedamned caterpillar

Curiosity may have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.

The fact that he might have other things to do with his time than spend it shepherding his master's head-strong, thousand-ducat-a-night anguisette through one of the most unsavory quarters of the City never crossed my mind.

A Night-Blooming Flower, a Tsingano witch-boy, and a...a Cassaline whatever. This is what Ysandre sends me. I must be mad.

But Quintilius Rousse's sailors grinned in the saddle, saluting, and rode out in a thunder, horses trampling their own long shadows as they set their heads to the east.

I'm going so far out on a limb here, you might as well call me a squirrel.

Jacqueline Wilson

There were two loud-mouthed idiots, James and Phil, who chatted her up the first day. Jodie had flirted back automatically. Then they waylaid her after school, wanting her to go off into the woods with them.

Jacqueline Wilson

Where is everything?' Kendall and I chorused.

It seemed so real it truly felt as if we were wrapped in rich furs, gliding over shiny white ice, with polar bears lumbering past, seals barking and waving their flippers, and penguins sliding comically on their tummies down the icy slopes into the black sea. My heart melted in this freezing fantasy land and in two minutes I loved Dad so much I was willing to forgive him anything.

It seemed so real it truly felt as if we were wrapped in rich furs, gliding over shiny white ice, with polar bears lumbering past, seals barking and waving their flippers, and penguins sliding comically on their tummies down the icy slopes into the black sea.

Milly-Molly-Mandy

Jacqueline Wilson

Seek the opportunity to swim beyond your own little pond.

you have to move—go to another room, step out on a walk, or drive to a place fresh to you. Move yourself, and you move your mind. Look at the evidence from different angles.

Seek the opportunity to swim beyond your own little pond. She knew every reed, mud-bank, and fish in her pond. Perhaps it was time to look for that flat after all, sooner rather than later.

Go forward with a light step, my child. Your heart will open with every mile traveled. Fill it wisely.

The Sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever.

Sometime we are lucky enough to know that our lives have been changed, to discard the old, embrace the new, and run headlong down an immutable course

The sea, once it casts its spell, holds one in its net of wonder forever. Jacques Yves Cousteau

I swam across the rocks and compared myself favorably with the sars. To swim fishlike, horizontally, was the logical method in a medium eight hundred times denser than air. To halt and hang attached to nothing, no lines or air pipe to the surface, was a dream. At night I had often had visions of flying by extending my arms as wings. Now I flew without wings. (Since that first aqualung flight, I have never had a dream of flying.)

Every explorer I have met has been driven—not coincidentally but quintessentially—by curiosity, by a single-minded, insatiable, and even jubilant need to know.