Quotes About Adventure

I'm the white rabbit, drawing you closer to the rabbit hole.

I'm getting tempted to visit the Bookhouse myself. No telling what else you'd find on those shelves.

Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up,totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming .... WOW what a ride.

went to Smith.

It's amazing that this is all happening to Lost in Space.

Life is a series of steps into the unknown.

Those who are comfortable taking chances know that the best way to grow is to reach beyond their grasp. Their sense of direction comes from the heart. They don't shy away from surprise; they might even seek it out. And they seldom die with regrets. In the end we regret not what we have done but what we have not done.

But if you always play it safe, it's a safe bet you'll end up sorry.

But I am bored by Casanovas, inveterate travelers, nature lovers, and the drug-obsessed, as they speak from the narrowness of their exhaustive experience of one thing.

She felt as if she knew the stars, and had been among them, or would be.

Peter was lost. More than lost, really. Spectacularly, hopelessly, "tell the search party not to get their hopes up" lost. If there was a contest for getting lost being held at that moment, Peter wouldn't win because he wouldn't be able to find it. That's how lost he was.

The last few years I became a lot more into sports. Growing up, the sports I liked were independent sports, like skateboarding. I was really into skateboarding, and not necessarily team televised sports.

I lived in small town out in the desert and my friend used to steal his mom's car in the middle of the night. He'd drive over to my house, I'd sneak out and we'd go out to the desert and just burn things down.

Wanderlust is incurable.

Maps encourage boldness. They're like cryptic love letters. They make anything seem possible.

Maps encourage boldness. They're like cryptic love letters. They make anything seem possible.

Adventure becomes hubris when it blinds you to the suffering of the human beings next to you.

Climbing mountains is an act I happen to love, but it is only one form of adventure. There are thousands. In fact, there's one for every human with the passion to push personal boundaries.

Like all great adventures, this one started with someone trying to get laid. King Menelaus didn't go to Troy for the baklava.

On our last mission - our "final exam" - we were airlifted to a remote region, and we parachuted directly into a hostile enclave. We had to subdue the enemy using hand-to-hand tactics like tae kwon do and pugil sticks, cut their hair in styles appropriate to their particular face shapes, and give them perms.

Python's super is like a box of chocolates — you never know what you're going to get!

If what's behind that door is so terrible, shouldn't we carry a machete or two? A kitchen knife? An especially sturdy cocktail umbrella?" "There is no weapon on Earth one could wield against such terror!" he moaned. "Oh, I see. Then we should just go in unarmed. Well, fine. Lead the way.

But I was right and the real world seemed increasingly nonsensical. Why train for years to do a job you bitched about all day? Didn't it make more sense to follow your dreams and maybe do a little good at the same time? I didn't want to be a lawyer or a bank manager or a goddamn burger flipper. We only get one life and I wanted mine to be exciting...

there are no wrong turns, only unexpected paths.