Quotes About Adventure

But you've never even been as far as the Moon.

We have sent no probes, of course.

Leap of faith. Shit, no parachute. —Katherine Yunker

People are leaving the bar right and left—probably afraid of these wild and woolly cowboys from Montana

why people travel far from home-far from where they started. There was, of course, the obvious reason:escape. Escape from the monotony of every day. SO many of us chasing what we wished our everyday existence could be instead. But there was a less obvious and perhaps more important reason. Somewhere, often right in the middle of a trip, you got to believe this was your everyday life. You got to believe you were never going home again.

quoting Steinbeck-Peter said,'A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

car. I headed down CA-116—the winding road

going to find what he was looking for there. "Would you feel better if I told you I had some great photography opportunities

One of the first things, Checking Out taught me was how amazing the beginning of a trip could be. How there was nothing at all like the realization, early in one's travels, that all options are readily available.

I know it sounds crazy. How can someone figure out how to stay by going again? " I said, trying to explain it. "But going again is the only way I've ever found what I'm looking for.

For the first two years of "Checking Out," I had an epigraph that ran underneath my byline—a quote from Ernest Hemingway. A simple one-liner that read, "Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

a quote from Ernest Hemingway. A simple one-liner that read, "Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

quoting Steinbeck—Peter said, " 'A journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

Gertrudis got on her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag

Que baile, que ría, que nada le impida galopar hasta la locura, que los ladridos de los perros no detengan su andar, que nunca tenga que elegir entre amar o vivir.

Gertrudis got onto her horse and rode away. She wasn't riding alone--she carried her childhood beside her, in the cream fritters she had enclosed in a jar in her saddlebag.

Stalactites." Sara swept her flashlight beam over the floor. "And stalagmites, too." "I can never remember the difference." "Just remember C for ceiling, G for ground.

A long time ago, when all the grandfathers and grandmothers of today were little boys and little girls or very small babies, or perhaps not even born, Pa and Ma and Mary and Laura and Baby Carrie left their little house in the Big Woods of Wisconsin

Down a long road through the woods a little boy trudged to school, with his big brother Royal and his two sisters, Eliza Jane and Alice. Royal was thirteen years old, Eliza Jane was twelve, and Alice was ten. Almanzo was the youngest of all, and this was his first going-to-school, because he was not quite nine years old.

The wings and the golden weather and the tang of frost in the mornings made Laura want to go somewhere. She did not know where. She wanted only to go.

Pa promised that when they came to the West, Laura should see a papoose.

Oh, Pa, let's go on west!" "Mercy, Laura!" Ma said. "Whatever—" She could not go on. "I know, little Half-Pint," said Pa, and his voice was very kind. "You and I want to fly like the birds.

The road goes up hill and down, and it is rutted and dusty and stony but every turn of the wheels changes our view of the woods and the hills. The sky seems lower here, and it is the softest blue. The distances and the valleys are blue whenever you can see them. It is a drowsy country that makes you feel wide awake and alive but somehow contented.

wolves would eat little girls.