Quotes About Adventure

If you're going to invade a new place, a love of novelty helps. So does a fondness for hanging out in groups.

I'm excited about what the future holds. I'm not a fortune-teller; I have no idea how it will play out. People say, "What are you going to do?" I don't know. I kind of love that not knowing.

I want to see friends more and travel more.

You're in deep, my friend. Congratulations to you. She'll never give you a dull moment." "I know," Dimitri agreed.

Life was meant to be grabbed with both hands and lived .

Everything ye see is ours," he said. "What do ye think?" Mary's eyes shone. "I've never seen anything so beautiful." Her cheeks were pink from the wind, her lips red. "Or cold." "Aye, well, that's Kilmorgan for ye. Will enchant ye and try to kill ye at the same time." "Aren't most Scotsmen like that?" Mal shrugged. "'Tis a good point.

Are you up to the walk?" Sean asked, handing Liam his clothes. Liam hugged his T-shirt and jeans to his chest and looked around at the assembly, a hint of the old glint in his eye. "Are you telling me that none of you thought to bring wheels?" "No," Connor said. "As soon as the storm let up, we ran out here." "What, you were thinking you'd trundle me back in a wheelbarrow, all hurt and bloody? This is the planning of my friends and family.

One travels long distances not solely for large gatherings, but for something more intangible. I have always gone out on a limb for love. A dangerous, romantic, disappointing way to live.

The world is never ready for any innovation," he grumbled. "The vast majority of people stubbornly cling to the past until people possessing foresight and a sense of adventure break a trail and bring them into the future.

A trip to Paris had sounded so adventurous when I was first talking about it a year earlier. People spoke about the city with dreamy longing, as though Paris possessed a magic that could not be found elsewhere. I'd never heard anyone talk about Paris without sighing. The city was a Promised Land that held appeal for most everyone: artists, lovers, even people who just liked cheese.

Visiting Florence was like attending a surprise party every day.

Broaden your horizons. They're the only ones you'll ever have, so make the suckers as wide as possible.

Dempseys are never in trouble. We just have stretches of life that are more interesting than others.

Nothing but good times ahead.

She never forgot the day she'd met him, or how his friends had told her to be more than pretty. She never forgot Elizabeth, Yennenga, Abhaya Rani. She wore his gold coin on a chain around her neck until the day she died. But the thing she treasured most was the memory of his smile, a smaile that was a wink and a dare. A wild road on a windy night. A kiss int he dark. A smile that had given her all she'd ever wanted-a chance. A chance to be herself.

And besides, I couldn't stay at the party. It was too dangerous. I nearly died." "From what?" "Boredom.

Belle hesitated. "What is this place?" she asked. "A bit of magic, like all good books," the man replied. "An escape. A place where you can leave cares and worries behind." He smiled. "At least for a chapter or two.

So, besides Ava being lost in a swamp full of homicidal maniacs, and Astrid swimming off to meet the king of homicidal maniacs, what other insurmountable problems are we facing tonight? - Sera

It was more than a book, more than a story. It was like nothing she'd ever known. And everything she'd ever wanted.

It's a wonderful thing to read about other people's lives, but it's important to live your own life too - no matter how challenging that life may sometimes be.

An escape can become escapism before we even know it. Books are wonderful things, but you can't live in someone else's story. You have to live your own story.

So. Are you going to tell me where we're going? Sure. Yeah? We're going to the most beautiful place in Paris, he says. Cool, I say. I love that place. He laughs and I decide to stop asking.

Seated atop the creature was a mermaid. She carried a crossbow. A sword hung from her hip. Her coppery hair, cut short, was angled over her forehead and cheekbones. Her green eyes blazed with fury. 'Go, Sera!' Becca shouted. 'Take back your throne!

all we need to do is begin. The rest will take care of itself. A journey of a thousand miles starts with a single step.