Quotes About Adventure

Do stupid stuff and even stupider suff will happen to you.

They had been attacked by guys in golf carts with blow guns, jumped off a cliff, been locked in a burning school, and had their heads stapled, but putting coins in a slot machine was considered too dangerous for kids. Go figure.

Jump in the air! Fall in the dirt. Just make sure no one gets hurt! Go…Moose!

road. It's soul lifting. You're going to see what makes America's heart beat. My family took a cross-country trip when I was a kid. Boy, those were some of the best memories of my life." "What happened?" Pep asked. "Uh . . . I . . . don't remember, actually," Dr. McDonald admitted. "It was

Better to live Until You die.

Azt szokták mondani, hogy Utayás csak egy van, de ösvény több. Azt kívánom, haladj jól a saját ösvényeden, a távolság nélküli utazáson, melyen együtt utazunk.

Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold. —Helen Keller

all good things beyond sleep come precisely because we defy gravity while we live.

Children bring chaos and clutter and an infinite potential for the future

Haven't you ever harbored the secret thought that somewhere Huck and Jim are—at this instant—poling their raft down some river just beyond our reach, so much more real are they than the shoe clerk who fitted us just a forgotten day ago?

Few events in a human being's life—at least a male human being's life—are as free, as exuberant, as infinitely expansive and filled with potential as the first day of summer when one is an eleven-year-old boy. The summer lies ahead like a great banquet and the days are filled with rich, slow time in which to enjoy each course.

And then Robinson Crusoe stripped naked, swam out to his ship, filled his pockets with biscuits, and swam back to shore.... What? I said, hefting my pack and frowning at the child. Nothing, she said, getting to her feet. Just an old preHegira book that Uncle Martin used to read to me. He used to say that proofreaders have always been incompetent assholes-even 1400 years ago.

Why . . ." she begins. "Why do you want to climb it?" "Because it's there.

I'm hungry, Raul," she said from the head of the stairs. "Want to go down and see what this old ship's galley can whomp up for lunch?

The firstdown team for this planet must have had a fixation on animals. Horse, Bear, Eagle. For three days we were creeping down the east coast of Equus over an irregular coastline called the Mane. We've spent the last day making the crossing of a short span of the Middle Sea to a large island called Cat Key. Today we are offloading passengers and freight at Felix, the "major city" of the island.

I was familiar with the company of men: too familiar, I might have said then, for the elements I sensed in this room—bluster, braggadocio, and the sweat-scented ointment of city-nervous men in the throes of adventure-bound male bonding—had long since grown tiresome to me.

Anything is better than this penny-dreadful tale I've found myself in.

More climbers die during the descent than on the way up." Karakaredes seems to be considering this. After a minute he says, "Yes, but here on the summit, there must be some ritual . . ." "Hero photos," gasps Paul. "Gotta . . . have . . . hero photos." Our alien nods. "Did . . . anyone . . . bring an imaging device? A camera? I did not.

I have a friend, said Baedecker, who said that there might be places of power. She thinks we could do worse than to spend our lives searching for them. What do you think?

Of course it's all a game. All of the good and hard and even bad things in life are just a game.

Being eaten by a kraken less than a hundred kilometers from Conamara Chaos Central would be embarrassing.

began to wonder when this expedition had crossed the boundary from the merely fantastic into the region of the absurdly unbelievable.

How I yearn to throw myself into endless space, said Maggie, and float above the awful abyss.

One afternoon I opened an email from her that included a passage from the work of Pema Chodron, a Buddhist teacher and writer whom I had long admired. To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man's-land.