Quotes About Adventure

I - will have poetry in my life. And adventure. And love. Love above all.

Ours was the first and will doubtless be the last party of whites to visit this profitless locale. —Lieutenant Joseph Christmas Ives, on sailing up the Colorado River to a point near the present location of Las Vegas, in 1857

Brower had pioneered the route up the most impressive of them, Shiprock in New Mexico); the amphitheater basins ringed

I always remembered that when I saw people get married they got on a rocketship and went to Planet Happiness, Population: Them.

C'était mon premier grand départ. Si voyager seul, c'est voyager avec le Diable, je me félicite de l'avoir fait.

J'ai envie d'ailleurs, voila ce qu'il faut dire. C'est une chose bete, une idee qui ne s'explique pas. J'ai envie d'ailleurs

On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favorite book.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for success lies just beyond.

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we believe we left without having lived them, those we spent with a favorite book.

Even from the simplest, the most realistic point of view, the countries which we long for occupy, at any given moment, a far larger place in our actual life than the country in which we happen to be.

We must never be afraid to go too far, for truth lies beyond.

Reality is never more than a first step towards an unknown on the road to which one can never progress very far.

On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favourite book.

There is a beauty in being surrounded by the foreign – seeing things from a new perspective, with new eyes

Let an illness, a duel, a runaway horse make us see death face to face, and how richly we should have enjoyed the life of pleasure, the travels in unknown lands, which are about to be snatched from us! And no sooner is the danger past than we resume once more the same dull life in which none of those delights existed for us.

But first whom shall we send In search of this new world, whom shall we find Sufficient? Who shall tempt, with wand'ring feet The dark unbottomed infinite abyss And through the palpable obscure find out His uncouth way, or spread his aery flight Upborne with indefatigable wings Over the vast abrupt, ere he arrive The happy isle?

Go; for thy stay, not free, absents thee more.

I thence invoke my thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

To morrow to fresh Woods, and Pastures new.

Him, haply slumbering on the Norway foam, the pilot of some small night-founded skiff, deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, with fixed anchor in his scaly rind, moors by his side under the lee, while night invests the sea, and wished morn delays.

I'm breathing with a light and free feeling. It's a feeling of release and independence as I begin my European journey. Backpacking somehow sets me apart from everyone. Even in this airport. True, people here are traveling, but they each have things to do, deadlines to meet, itineraries to follow, specific things to see. Not me, I'm different. I have everywhere to go and anything to see. My destination is culture and knowledge and experience. in 'Waking up to Winter

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.

This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!