Quotes About Adventure

Think about it. Everything of value in life involves risk.

Life is dangerous, but we're all brave, aren't we?

Even before you've gone anywhere, you feel like you've gone somewhere

True confession: My dad wouldn't leave for Haiti until I proved to him that I could change a tire. According to him, that's like the one life skill you must know for human survival. That, and how to fry bacon.

There's something very freeing about losing the anchors that have always defined you. Frightening, sad, but exhilarating in a poignant way, as well. You're free to float to the moon and evaporate or sink to the bottom of the deepest ocean. But you're free to explore. Some people confuse that with drifting, I suppose. I like to think of it as growing.

If you stay true to yourself, you will always remain on track, even if that track takes you off the beaten path, to places you could not possibly imagine.

The space reminded me of the small hay-bale clubhouses and scrap-wood tree forts that my brothers and I had made as kids - high up spaces where you could see things differently, where you could get your bearings.

Perhaps the current state of my health should have raised a bright red caution flag, but instead it fired me up. I wanted to do what I wanted. I didn't care if hefting plywood and climbing ladders weren't on my doctor's recommended list of activities, or if I was foolhardy to think I could lift a fifty-pound roll of tar paper into and then out of my car. I was going to do it because it sounded like a blast, like the best possible way to have fun.

Still, he'd kept up his membership in the Gun Club. Had taken the girls hunting every chance he could. And still went everywhere with Odysseus—having retired Penelope the day they were married, for Georgie was now closest to his heart.

Living in Paris might kill her, but it was a good way to die.

You are a long trail through the woods," she said. "And in the woods people prefer a shortcut." Our

Once in a while I lie there, as the television runs, and I read something wild and ancient from one of several collections of folktales I own. Apples that summon sea maidens, eggs that fulfill any wish, pears that make people grow long noses that fall off again. Then sometimes I get up and don my robe and go out into our quiet neighborhood looking for a magic thread, a magic sword, a magic horse.

We whizzed along down through the skeleton remnants of Iowa.

Sands vanquished a rush of fear and said emphatically, "I'm your man, sir." "Get in there. Have intercourse with snakes. Eat human flesh. Learn everything." "That's pretty broad.

Get out of that comfortable rut.

Break the daily and weekly routine you have set. Get out of that comfortable route.

She drew in a breath of salty sea air and let it out, mentally disconnecting with life on land even as the boat whisked her away from it. Just for today, she'd leave her worries behind and surrender to the wind's wiles.

Feeling after God is dangerous business.

And Christianity without passion, danger, and mystery may not really be Christianity after all.

You was in all sorts of places, huh?" "Yeah, I was. Saw the world." "What'd you think of it?" "Different languages, same shit.

We live by night and dance fast so grass can't grow under our feet. That's our creed.

We met when we were both majoring in Space Invaders with a Pub Etiquette minor at the Happy Harbor Campus of UMass/Boston.

It's the sea, some men take to it. Some men it takes.

Maybe I'd move to Tibet, climb a mountain with the Dalai Lama or head to Paris and wear nothing but black, grow myself a keen goatee and talk about jazz all the time. Or maybe I'd do what I always do - hang out and see what develops. Fatalist to the core.