Quotes About Adventure

Mouse scurried to catch up with her, trying to match his strides to her long, fluid gait. She glanced down at his shabby garments and smudged face. "You'd best make certain nobody sees you with me," she reminded him. "You look like a street urchin." "I am a street urchin." He smirked up at her. "You were a street urchin.

I figured we'd be too busy running for our lives than for him to make a move anyway. (Dana)

This is the time of my life I have been waiting for, for as long as before I was ever even alive to be here now in this two-seat, no-roof car with bare-chested Trip in the seat at the wheel beside me, calling me "My Amnesia Girl," doing sixty, sixty-five, seventy down a bent-out-of-whack coastal cliff road, bump-pressed against the belt buckle of the Hitchhiker's leather pants I have been sitting on since the last gas tank fill-up at the freeway detour off-ramp.

Stephen Sondheim said : If you know where you're going, you've gone. Move on.

What about the check? Suze said. Pay it, he called back. This is your party. I don't like him, Suze said to Margie. Margie slid out of the booth. Think of him as a growth experience. Oh, good, I've been wanting one of those, Suze said and tossed a twenty on the table. It was too much, but she was in a hurry to steal a dog.

Paris is Rory without Lorelai's influence to draw her out of her books and into the wider world.

Four fabulous days and three glorious nights." More than that, Victoria thought. Fabulous days and glorious nights for the rest of my life.

Okay, why did we have to leave?" Bonnie said when they were in Liza's convertible and Min was banished to the backseat. "Because Min was swapping tongues with a doughnut pusher." Liza looked back over the seat at Min the sinner and shook her head.

Broaden your horizons. They're the only ones you'll ever have, so make the suckers as wide as possible.

There were no safe places in life. That's why you had to keep moving

No more pipeline. I've lost all my interest in the West. The only thing I want to explore is you

Charlotte was lost for words. What did one say to a man in a fake marsupial head, wearing a grass loin-pouch and trying to debate ethnobotany in the middle of a lost world that was supposed to be inaccessible by foot?

People who climb mountains are lonely people; loneliness is needed. Acquaintances and friends are great things, but climbers need defined mental space that is untouched and unbothered by anyone.

After a few hours they stopped to have soup, but Wanda kept going alone, eager for the window of opportunity to be the first woman on the summit.

Few women had climbed its North Face, and even fewer had done it in winter, but no one had done it alone. She and Jim began talking up her plans and flouting her achievements.

What she did speak of was freedom, the ability to come and go as she pleased and, most importantly, to climb. Jim, she felt, was the man who could give her the keys to that independence.

With barely two francs to rub together, she traveled alone and on a shoestring, living on the food she'd packed. While rejoicing in again finding herself independent and teetering thousands of feet above the valley floor, negotiating life-and-death moves on the rock walls and being responsible to no one but herself.

While rejoicing in again finding herself independent and teetering thousands of feet above the valley floor, negotiating life-and-death moves on the rock walls and being responsible to no one but herself.

Finally he and his partner Gary Ball were driven off the mountain by a storm, while Lydia, feeling strong and confident, continued climbing alone.

Falling in love is like skydiving with a malfunctioning parachute. Sooner or later you come down and hit the ground.

As is true in many houses with small children, questions are asked all the time in ours, but these are seldom about big-picture matters. Why is there yogurt on the TV? Why are my car keys in the trash? Where's the front doorknob? Who let a squirrel in the house?

You fell into your life, the same way I fell into mine.

For women who do too much—which includes, dear publishers, pretty much all the women who have enough disposable income to buy your books—this is the ultimate fantasy: not a man who will make you come, but a man who will make agency unnecessary, a man who will choose your adventure for you.

Do not postpone life until two pounds form now. Go on the trip. Wear the strapless dress. Go zip lining, or water-skiing, or swimming with the dolphins. None of us are guaranteed a future. Putting ff joy until you're the right size could mean you'll never experience it at all.