Quotes About Adventure

Are you ready? he asks. Just remember, there's nothing to be afraid of, anytime, ever. Life is one hundred percent adventure.

Him and his Life is all adventure stuff. He says, Don't think too hard about it. Just ask yourself this: what would you do if you weren't afraid?

the seasickness. And so, Captain Smith

We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and we floated to where it met the sea and walked out of the water like creatures in an act of evolution.

Travel is life-changing. That's the promise made by a thousand websites and magazines, by philosophers and writers down the ages. Mark Twain said it was fatal to prejudice, and Thomas Jefferson said it made you wise. Anais Nin observed that we travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls. It's all true. Self-transformation is what I sought and what I found.

Wanderlust, the very strong or irresistible impulse to travel, is adopted untouched from the German, presumably because it couldn't be improved upon. Workarounds like the French passion du voyage don't quite capture the same meaning. Wanderlust is not a passion for travel exactly; it's something more animal and more fickle - something more like lust. We don't lust after many things in life. We don't need words like worklust or homemakinglust.

The gate is narrow but not the life. The gate opens out into largeness of life.

the truth is that life is risky and dangerous

You'll meet someone else; there are more fish in the sea, as the saying is, than ever came out of it.

You see,' he continued, 'I just don't think most modern life forges your mind and heart and soul the way facing storms at sea in a fragile boat, or sailing beyond the limits of the known world once did. Look at the way my ancestors batted off to the Middle East and all across Europe. Terribly dangerous, and exciting and life-enhancing.

What gives value to travel is fear. It breaks down a kind of inner structure we all have.

one summer and they had a ride called the Whirligig. You sat in some wooden contraption that jerked you here, there, and everywhere. One minute you'd be going forward, the next backward or sideways or tilted over so far you thought you might fall out. It was never still and you had no idea what might come next. That's life. You're born, and you get a ride on the Whirligig.

That's life. You're born, and you get a ride on the Whirligig

There's nothing like getting in trouble to make you feel young.

When Lucille was a girl, a carnival came to town one summer and they had a ride called the Whirligig. You sat in some wooden contraption that jerked you here, there, and everywhere. One minute you'd be going forward, the next backward or sideways or tilted over so far you thought you might fall out. It was never still and you had no idea what might come next. That's life. You're born, and you get a ride on the Whirligig.

Everybody likes outlaws. Everybody wants to look at them, like they are in the zoo.

When Lucille was a girl, a carnival came to town one summer and they had a ride called the Whirligig. You sat in some wooden contraption that jerked you here, there, and everywhere. One minute you'd be going forward, the next backward or sideways or tilted over so far you thought you might fall out. It was never still and you had no idea what might come next. That's life. You're born, and you get a ride on the Whirligig. She

Arthur realizes that if he were alone, it would be a grim wait...with the girl, it's an adventure. That's what being with another does. He remembers now, with something like a full body flush. He remembers what it means to share something with someone. The particular alchemy that can light things up.

Life was curiously exhausting but also exhilarating.

Getting lost is the only way to find what you didn't know you were looking for.

Elizabeth Enright

But an ordinary day can mark the beginning of an extraordinary journey!

There was the Dolphin coming up the river with all her sails. The curving tail of the prow was chipped and dull, the hull was battered and knobby with barnacles, the canvas dark and weathered, yet how beautiful she was! In

Elizabeth George Speare