Quotes About Adventure

He was warm, partly because he had on many layers, and partly because boys whoa re part wolf and part wind do not get cold.

Nicaragua sounded dangerous; she liked the word. Nicaragua! It sounded like some kind of spider. There it goes, under the table - Nicaragua!

Why shouldn't your curiosity about the world be rewarded?

Why would you need a ship, Max? You're thinking of leaving already? No, no, Max said. This would be just for fun. Or emergencies. Carol's face had darkened and his eyes had gone small. His expression scattered Max's brain so much he started babbling: It'll have a trampoline. And a big aquarium. An aquarium under the water, inside the ship, where we keep the fish and squids and stuff we like...

There is travel and there are babies, he said, stepping out. Everything else is drudgery and death.

Young men, come and blow things up.

A human's choice is either to see new things, mountains, waterfalls, deadly storms and seas and volcanoes, or to see the same man-made things endlessly reconfigured.

the hours elapsed would in part be voided by the crossing, always westerly, of time zones. From Saskatchewan we'd get to Mongolia, we figured, having lost only two or three hours riding the Arctic Circle. We would oppose turning of the planet and refuse the setting of the sun.

As the crowd stomps the floor for a curtain call, we sneak through the back door and make off like superheroes.

But there is risk. But the risk is worth it.

Kiss my wookie.

The boy stood with the mouth of the cave yawning wide behind him.

You're gonna miss each and every shot you can't be bothered to take. That's not living life, that's just being a tourist.

She finds tales everywhere, in grains of sand she picks up from the garden, in puffs of smoke that drift out from the chimneys of the village, in fragments of smooth timber or glass in the jetsam. She will ask them, Where did you come from? How did you get here? And they will answer her in voices very like her own, but with new lilts and squeaks and splashes in them that show they are their own.

What is the purpose of living if there are no perils to be encountered and overcome?

Live an adventure. Live like you're in a story.

The world will be our oyster. We'll be wandering stars. We'll be footloose and free.

We are all wanderers and travellers, refugees and pilgrims until we return once more to the stars.

We come into the world out of the dark. We haven't got a clue where we've come from. We've got no idea where we're going. But while we're here in the world, if we're brave enough, we flap our wings and fly.

They climbed the wide stairways. Their footsteps echoed and echoed through the house. What on earth will you be doing with something so large? said Mum. I shall live in it with my servants, of course, said Mina. Or I shall establish a school. A school, my lady? Yes. A school for the writing of nonsense and the pursuit of extraordinary activities.

She apparently didn't expect any trouble but she also never expected everything to go perfectly either. That was a good rule to live by Robie knew. Because perfection was rarely the case in the field.

It's not the beginning or the destination that counts. It's the ride in between.

Tazburg, Mise, Divine, South Ridge." He read the names off the

Just... norma… everyday… lives. With these last words her tone grew rote and her expression became bored. Yeah, what a relief, said Dan, but he looked every bit as bored as his sister. … We're Cahills. We save the world. It's what we do.