Quotes About Adventure

Life's only obligation, afterall, was to be interesting.

ONE DISCOVERY It is easy to go down into Hell Ã¢â'¬Â¦; but to climb back again, to retrace one's steps to the upper air—there's the rub.… —VIRGIL, Aeneid

The journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step." —

Fone Bone: HOLD IT! Thorn thinks Gran'ma Ben can help us get back to Boneville! Phoney Bone: IT'S NOT WORTH IT! LET GO OF ME! Fone Bone: Would you wait a minute?!! We can explain everything! Phoney Bone: HELP! HELP! They've destroyed my cousin's brain!! OH MY GOSH! THey've already milked you haven't they?!!

Ying threw the tiger hook swords far across the compound and leaped down from the high roof in a perfectly executed double flip. "Everyone, follow me!" Ying shouted. "Now!" Tonglong waited for Ying and the others to travel some distance before he tucked his thick braid into his sash and leaped down in a perfect triple flip.

problematic. Yes, if you're brave, determined, strong, and a little insane, you too can construct a zombie raft. I'm

My tombstone: Andrew Mayhem. He survived knives, chainsaws, guns, and being buried alive. Then the dumbass drank poison.

The beaten path is the safest, but the traffic's terrible.

It was as if a different person put the key in the ignition and drove away from everything that was familiar. There was no going back now. There was no going forward either. He was going in sideways, sort of, and as frightening as that was, there was the thrill...

Among all the impossible things he had already witnessed, what were a few more?

If we start off on a journey toward Mordor without our bearings, tagging along with people we know nothing about and care nothing about, we might decide to go AWOL.

We're astronauts. All of the expedition members have been astronauts.

So she sang back silently to them, as a comfort, there in the cell, and when the moonlight lay thick and bright against the gritty cheek of the sand dune, the foxes would gambol and prance for the sheer delight of it and beckon her to join them, would let her into their minds that she might know what it was to gambol and to prance on those four legs, then these four legs, to see the world from a fox's level. It was almost like flying. Almost.

I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.

Beyond the realms of what we see, into the regions or the unexplored limited only by our imaginations.

Im riding a troll! i was born to do this,and steal stuff, and EAT LOADS!

The only safe thing is to take a chance.

Once upon a time there were two seven-year-old boys named Bruce and David. They both had mother s who loved them very much. Each boy's day began differently.

And EVERYBODY says he's mysterious, she went on. Some years he jest travels, week in and week out, and it's always in heathen countries—Egypt and Asia and the Desert of Sarah, you know.

Side by side stood The Lady of the Lake, Treasure Island, and David Copperfield; and coverless and dogeared lay Robinson Crusoe, The Arabian Nights, and Grimm's Fairy Tales. There were more, many more, and David devoured them all with eager eyes. The good in them he absorbed as he absorbed the sunshine; the evil he cast aside unconsciously—it rolled off, indeed, like the proverbial water from the duck's back.

There is a middle road in which you don't hold back or push forward too much. That's the road to be explored.

What happened when we died? How were we to know that death wasn't as profound an adventure as life was?

And maybe, just maybe, this summer will end up being one that people write songs about.

Nick was chocolate and cigarettes and whiskey and danger, and everything I should stay away from.