Quotes About Adventure

I was glad Emerson was with me, and even happier that he had not suggested I remain behind. In this, as in all our adventures, we were equal partners. Few men could have accepted that arrangement. Emerson is a remarkable man. But then, if he had not been a remarkable man, I would not have married him.

at the time there were moments of extreme discomfort; but the adventure, the danger, the exhilaration of doubt and peril are in retrospect something I rather regret having lost.

In the gloomy corridor of that sepulchre I had felt Emerson's arms about me for the first time; along the rubble-strewn floor of the wadi we had raced by moonlight to save those we loved from a hideous death. Every foot of the way was familiar to me, and the spot was as fraught with romance as a garden of roses might be to one who had led a more boring life.

And off he marched, his shoulders squared and his eyes lifted to the horizon. He looked so splendid I didn't have the heart to point out the disadvantages of this posture; when one is striding bravely into the future one cannot watch one's footing. Sure enough, he stumbled into Ramses' pile of potsherds and went sprawling.

Either the War Office had recruited Ramses - in which case I would have General Spencer's head on a platter - or Ramses had come across something that, in his opinion, merited investigation.... I am never guilty of idle speculation, so I kept an open mind on that. Except that once I caught up with him, I would have Ramses' head on another platter.

I lost Davey twice, retrieving him on the second occasion from the interior of a huge granite sarcophagus. I was tempted to leave him there, for a while, since he could not get out of it. But Emerson wouldn't let me.

the giving of tea parties is by no means my favorite amusement. In fact, I would prefer to be pursued across the desert by a band of savage Dervishes brandishing spears and howling for my blood. I would rather be chased up a tree by a mad dog, or face a mummy risen from its grave. I would rather be threatened by knives, pistols, poisonous snakes, and the curse of a long-dead king....

Baskerville Expedition House

Elizabeth Peters

The disaster of being old was in not feeling safe to venture anywhere, of seeing freedom put out of reach.

And there they were, arrived; and it was San Salvatore; and their suit-cases were waiting for them; and they had not been murdered.

but it's fun being alive, isn't it? I feel as if I'd only got to stretch up my hands to all those stars and catch as many of them as I want to.

To me this out-of-the way corner was always a wonderful and a mysterious place, where my castles in the air stood close together in radiant rows, and where the strangest and most splendid adventures befell me; for the hours I passed in it and the people I met in it were all enchanted.

How did you ever get here, Maddie Brodatt? 'Second to the right, and then straight on till morning,' she answered promptly-it did feel like Neverland. Crikey, am I so obviously Peter Pan? Maddie laughed. The Lost Boys give it away. Jamie studied his hands. Mother keeps the windows open in all our bedrooms while we're gone, like Mrs. Darling, just in case we come flying home when she's not expecting us.

Anchors aweigh, my boys,Anchors aweigh!Farewell to college joys,We sail at break of day.

Lat. 65°43' South—73 miles North drift. The most cheerful

They rowed for about ten minutes, then Shackleton spotted a small cove in the cliffs to starboard.

the tenth of May, 1916, and they were standing at last on the island from which they had sailed 522 days before.

water was running down from the glaciers high above. A moment later all six were on their knees, drinking.

What appeared to be a small cave had been sighted about 30 yards off to the left

strange shape appeared, moving deliberately across a nearby section of their old floe.

They crawled inside and found that the cave was about 12 feet deep, with ample room to shelter them.

The Endurance sailed from Plymouth five days later. She set a course for Buenos Aires

Wild ran to get his rifle from his tent, then he dropped to one knee and shot.