Quotes About Adventure

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

The cowardly belief that a person must stay in one place is too reminiscent of the unquestioning resignation of animals, beasts of burden stupefied by servitude and yet always willing to accept the slipping on of the harness. There are limits to every domain, and laws to govern every organized power. But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the non-existent horizon, and her empire is an intangible one, for her domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

O ato de partir é o mais corajoso e o mais belo. Estar só, ser livre de necessidades, ser ignorada, estrangeira e nativa em todos os lugares e caminhar, solitária e grande, à conquista do mundo.

O ato de partir é o mais corajoso e o mais belo. Estar só, ser livre de necessidades, ser ignorado, estrangeiro e nativo em todos os lugares e caminhar, solitário e grande, à conquista do mundo.

You were once wild here. Don't let them tame you.

I had seen a herd of elephant traveling through dense native forest… pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.

You know you are truly alive when you're living among lions.

I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.

We will leap tall couplets in a single bound

Life does contain moments of adventure, but these times are interspersed with long periods of plain, unvarnished hard work. The real things in life are attained at these monotonous level periods, so to speak, more than they are at the high peaks of excitement. People who in their reading feed on the lurid and melodramatic are not prepared for the long stretches of routine work which fill every life.

Who knows where a cat goes?" he said philosophically.

You are a gypsy, so you think it is only the freedom to move from place to place. Real freedom is a thing no one can take from you, because it is of the spirit. I keep it here. He tapped his head. [ Chapter 9, page 87]

What Romantic terminology called genius or talent or inspiration is nothing other than finding the right road empirically, following one's nose, taking shortcuts.

Arriving at each new city, the traveler finds again a past of his that he did not know he had: the foreignness of what you no longer are or no longer possess lies in wait for you in foreign, unpossessed places.

I will start out this evening with an assertion: fantasy is a place where it rains.

And meanwhile the Galaxy ran through space and left behind those signs old and new and I still hadn't found mine.

How long are you going to let yourself be dragged passively by the plot? You had flung yourself into the action, filled with adventurous impulses: and then? Your function was quickly reduced to that of one who records situations decided by others, who submits to whims, finds himself involved in events that elude his control. Then what use is your role as protagonist to you? If you continue lending yourself to this game, it means that you, too, are an accomplice of the general mystification.

But already ships were vanishing over the horizon and I was left behind, in this world of ours full of responsibilities and will-o'-the-wisps.

When you've waited two hundred million years, you can also wait six hundred; and I waited; the way was long but I wasn't on foot, after all; astride the galaxy I travelled through the light-years, galloping over the planetary and stellar orbits as if I were on a horse whose shoes struck sparks; I was in a state of mounting excitement; I felt I was going forth to conquer the only thing that mattered to me, sign and dominion and name . . .

he knows it is a city, but he thinks of it as a camel from whose pack hang wineskins and bags of candies fruit, date wine, tobacco leaves, and already he sees himself as the head of a long caravan taking him away from the desert of the sea, toward oases of fresh water in the palm trees' jagged shade, toward palaces of thick, whitewashed walls, tiled courts where girls are dancing barefoot, moving their arms, half-hidden by their veils, half-revealed.

Reader, it is time for your tempest-tossed vessel to come to port. What harbor can receive you more securely than a great library? Certainly there is one in the city from which you set out and to which you have returned after circling the world from book to book.

Fantasy is a place where it rains.

Her breast was young, the nipples rosy. Cosimo just grazed it with his lips, before Viola slid away over the branches as if she were flying, with him clambering after her, and that skirt of hers always in his face

Le imprese più ardite vanno vissute con l'animo più semplice. (Cosimo Piovasco Barone di Rondò)