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Quotes About Adventure

When I was born, I became the visible corner of a folded map. The map has more than one route. More than one destination. The map that is the unfolding self is not exactly leading anywhere. The arrow that says YOU ARE HERE is your first first coordinate. There is a lot you can't change when you are kid. But you can pack for the journey.
~ Jeanette Winterson
A book is like magic carpet that flies you off elsewhere. A book is a door. You open it, you step through.
~ Jeanette Winterson
I libri per me sono una casa. I libri non fanno una casa, sono una casa, nel senso che, così come pari una porta, apri un libro e ci entri. Dentro trovi un'altra dimensione temporale, e un'altra dimensione spaziale. Trovi un calore, un focolare. Mi siedo a leggere un libro e avverto una sensazione di tepore. Come mi succedeva in quelle fredde notti passate sui gradini d'ingresso.
~ Jeanette Winterson
Those who read this will not fail to laugh at my gallantries, and remark, that after very promising preliminaries, my most forward adventures concluded by a kiss of the hand: yet be not mistaken, reader, in your estimate of my enjoyments; I have, perhaps, tasted more real pleasure in my amours, which concluded by a kiss of the hand, than you will ever have in yours, which, at least, begin there.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
La vida ambulante es la que mejor me conviene. Ir de camino con buen tiempo, por un país hermoso, sin llevar prisa, y tener un objeto agradable por término del viaje, he ahí, de todos los modos de vivir, el que más me agrada.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
The person who has lived the most is not the one with the most years but the one with the richest experiences.
~ Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Mrs. Murdo, walkind even more briskly to keep her spirits up, was crossing Harken Square when something fell to the pavement just in front of her with a terrific thump. How extraordinary, she thought, bending to pick it up. It was sort of a bundle. She began to untie it.
~ Jeanne DuPrau
she loved exploring every nook and cranny
~ Jeanne DuPrau
But that was what made things so exciting--nothing was ever how you expected it to be.
~ Jeanne DuPrau
She loved to run. She could run forever. And she loved exploring every nook and cranny of the city, which was what a messenger got to do.
~ Jeanne DuPrau
This world was huge. There must be another place in it for the people of Ember.
~ Jeanne DuPrau
I felt best when I was on the move, going someplace rather than being there.
~ Jeannette Walls
We had some times, didn't we?' 'We did.' 'Never did build that Glass Castle.' 'No. But we had fun planning it.
~ Jeannette Walls
I became known as Lily Casey, the mustang-breaking, poker-playing, horse-race-winning schoolmarm of Coconino County, and it wasn't half bad to be in place where no one had a problem with a woman having a moniker like that.
~ Jeannette Walls
When Dad wasn't telling us about all the amazing things he had already done, he was telling us about the wondrous things he was going to do. Like build the Glass Castle.
~ Jeannette Walls
A little while after we'd moved into the depot, we heard Mom and Dad talking about buying us kids real beds, and we said they shouldn't do it. We liked our boxes. They made going to bed seem like an adventure.
~ Jeannette Walls
What I loved most about calling myself a reporter was that it gave me an excuse to show up anyplace.
~ Jeannette Walls
I found the gas, he said. Now all's I need to do is find the brake.
~ Jeannette Walls
Mom said we should all live near the Pacific Ocean at least once in our lives, so we kept going all the way to San Francisco.
~ Jeannette Walls
aficionados of the weather. We'd follow a storm
~ Jeannette Walls
If you want to live in the farmland, haul your sorry hide off to Pennsylvania.
~ Jeannette Walls
switchbacks, passing walls of limestone and sandstone layered like giant stacks of old papers.
~ Jeannette Walls
This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story. But you have to choose: live or tell.
~ Jean-Paul Sartre
I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me, and I have followed the source of rivers towards their source or plunged into forests, always making for other cities. I have had women, I have fought with men ; and I could never turn back any more than a record can spin in reverse. And all that was leading me where ? To this very moment...
~ Jean-Paul Sartre