Quotes About Adventure

The only place where you could see life and death, i.e., violent death now that the wars were over, was in the bull ring and I wanted very much to go to Spain where I could study it.

there were always the books, so that you lived in the new world you had found...

Ernest Hemingway

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Ernest Hemingway

of Esquire contained an article entitled "On the Blue Water: A Gulf Stream Letter," written by the magazine's

If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast.

You paid some way for everything that was any good. I paid my way into enough things that I liked, so that I had a good time. Either you paid by learning about them, or by experience, or by taking chances, or by money. Enjoying living was learning to get your money's worth and knowing when you had it.

We could go into the hotel and register as Doctor and Mrs. Livingstone I presume, he thought.

I have a Thompson SubMachine gun and we shoot sharks with it. As soon as they put their heads out we give them a burst.

Any man's life, told truly, is a novel

My mojito in the Bodeguita del Medio and my daiquiri in the Floridita.

We drove in to Biarritz and left the car outside a very Ritz place.

Nadie vive jamás la vida en toda su intensidad, excepto los toreros

And we're going to have all the books in the world to read and when we go on trips we can take them.

I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.

One of my favorite quotes: There is no friends as loyal as a book -Ernest Hemingway

In order to write about life, first you must live it!

We had seen God in His splendors, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

i had a dream when i was 22 that someday i would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till i came to one of the poles of the earth

We had seen God in His splendours, heard the text that Nature renders. We had reached the naked soul of man.

A rampart berg 150 ft. high and a quarter of a mile long lay at the edge of the loose pack, and we sailed over a projecting foot of this berg into rolling ocean, stretching

Who the hell are you? he said at last. The man in the center stepped forward. My name is Shackleton he replied in a quiet voice.

I now know, by an almost fatalistic conformity with the facts, that my destiny is to travel...