Quotes About Adventure

Wild Nights—Wild Nights! Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile—the winds— To a heart in port— Done with the compass— Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden— Ah, the sea! Might I but moor— Tonight— In thee!

To travel far, there is no better ship than a book.

Fortune befriends the bold.

I stepped from Plank to Plank So slow and cautiously The Stars about my Head I felt, About my Feet the Sea. I knew not but the next Would be my final inch — This gave me that precarious Gait Some call Experience.

I started early, took my dog, And visited the sea; The mermaids in the basement Came out to look at me

Para viajar lejos, no hay mejor nave que un libro.

Finite to fail, but infinite to venture.

There is nothing more fugal than a book to take you to different lands

Non esiste un vascello veloce come un libro per portarci in terre lontane.

Down Time's quaint stream Without an oar, We are enforced to sail, Our Port—a secret— Our Perchance—a gale. What Skipper would Incur the risk, What Buccaneer would ride, Without a surety from the wind Or schedule of the tide?

Dying is a wild night and a new road

No hay mejor fragata que un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas.

None cannot find who seeketh, on this terrestrial ball...

Pour voyager loin, il n'y a pas de meilleur navire qu'un livre.

The shore is safer, Abiah, but I love to buffet the sea - I can count the bitter wrecks here in these pleasant waters, and hear the murmuring winds, but oh, I love the danger!

There is no frigate like a book.

There is no Frigate like a Book To take us Lands away Nor any Coursers like a Page Of prancing Poetry – This Traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of Toll – How frugal is the Chariot That bears the Human Soul –

Être pour soi une aventure, Tel est le destin de l'âme, Suivie d'un seul lévrier : Sa propre identité.

There is no frigate like a book, to take us lands away.

XVI: A BOOK. There is no frigate like a book To take us lands away, Nor any coursers like a page Of prancing poetry. This traverse may the poorest take Without oppress of toll; How frugal is the chariot That bears a human soul!

No hay una fragata como un libro para llevarnos a tierras lejanas, ni caballos mejores que una página de piafante poesía. Pueden hacer el viaje los más pobres, no se pagan portazgos, porque no necesita casi nada la carroza que lleva al alma humana.

Perhaps this was the point of travel, keeping bits of daily life to ground us while feeling also altogether stretched at the wideness of the world.

Of course she knows that I will not join her. I have never danced on a bar. I wouldn't know what to do up there besides fall.

I tally all the reasons why not, all the ways it could hurt. Yet I watch myself shrug coolly and hear myself murmur, "Why not?