Quotes About Adventure

I don't know what you two are up to," Hobart said. "But you be careful now, you hear? Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Well now, that doesn't restrict us very much, does it?" Mark teased back.

it'd be like looking for a needle in a burning haystack.' 'Oh, I've done that,' Mark said airily. 'It's a game we used to play, after we got rid of all our livestock and didn't need our hay no more. You throw a match into the haystack, give the fire a three-second head start, and begin looking. You can find the needle every time if you work quick

Sometimes your only available transportation is a leap of faith.

It's a funny old world.

When I was about eight, I decided that the most wonderful thing, next to a human being, was a book.

When we think of Space, when we begin to understand the Martian, we know we must send a black woman on that ship. She is the one who will weather the journey; she will find a song. When she arrives on Mars she will be the one who will greet the life form

nothing on Krynn is more dangerous than a bored kender.

Great-Uncle Powell, an archaeologist, had spent most of his time digging about in foreign parts.

Fly Dog, fly! I will be your missing eye, and you will be my wings.

Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away. So he said to his mother, "I am running away". "If you run away", said his mother, "I will run after you. For you are my little bunny".

Books are enchanted. Books help me travel. Books help me breathe.

Books are door-shaped portals carrying me across oceans and centuries, helping me feel less alone.

I would have run away Into the forest To live in a nest Made of dreams And green leaves

Los libros están encantados. Los libros me ayudan a viajar. Los libros me ayudan a respirar.

Margery Allingham

It came out an overpowering story, hinting at sickly relatives dying in inaccessible parts of the island, cross-country journeys, and a noble, if exhausted Ramillies crawling gamely home to be persuaded by an adoring wife to snatch what rest he might before attempting the feat of endurance which lay before him as a passenger on an almost epic flight.

Up the well known creek

THE main thing to remember in autobiography, I have always thought, is not to let any damned modesty creep in to spoil the story. This adventure is mine, Albert Campion's, and I am fairly certain that I was pretty nearly brilliant in it in spite of the fact that I so nearly got myself and old Lugg killed that I hear a harp quintet whenever I consider it.

Striving ardently to be what they were and were not. Behold the Race Flaneur: the bourgeois rebel who goes slumming, and finds not just adventure but the objective correlative for his secret despair.

Now you are in the true world, and a great deal more is required of you. Here you must befriend real wolves, and lure real birds down from the sky. Here you must endure real people around you, and we are not uniformly kind; we are damaged and impulsive, each in our own way. It is harder. It is not safe. But it is what you were born to.

Why must we climb away to the seal-less parts of the world?

But Urdda stood firm. 'Where do you come from, sir?' 'I come' - the littlee-man stalked towards her in a way that might have been menacing, had he been full-sized - 'from Smelly-bumhole Land. You may call me Mister Odiferous. Up through the arse of the world I come here, and when I'm finished I will squeeze myself back out it.

I took that leap, and I was flying

I love traveling, because your escaping into life instead of hiding from it.