Quotes About Adventure

It wrote me "helpful" comments about each of the rooms I was going through, like, "This is the Room of Eternal Death. It's like the Room of Normal Death, but somewhat more repetitive." That sort of thing.

Keras grinned. "Good. I haven't had a decent scrap in a while. Let me get my trouble coat.

She glanced at each of us, then back toward Patrick. "Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

More dangerous ghost pirates. More krakens. Ghost pirate krakens.

Is there someone just giving out legendary magical swords to children? Because I'm fairly certain I recognize all three of those.

Stairs Up! Extremely Dangerous Traps! I Forgot What This One Does! Money! Moderately Dangerous Traps! Mystery! Bigger Monsters! Literally Nothing!

Don't worry. I'm always careful. What could possibly go wrong?" Chapter XVIII – Everything That Could Possibly Go Wrong

Strange, though; because he is afraid of everything, nothing is harder than anything else. Taking a trip around the world is no more terrifying than buying a stick of gum. The daily dose of courage.

Unfortunately, there are so many people who live their whole life in a place that is safe and protected and simple and they don't really have that strength inside to fly.

Of course, Andrzej never managed to leave Iowa, but the idea was good and romantic. That's what all Polish boys like when they are seventeen years old: Romantic ideas and somewhere to go.

Travel is a very important part of anyone's growth. There's no book in the world, no podcast, no Anthony Bourdain episode that can ever replicate that life experience.

Adventure is but a collection of detours.

Since I was a very small boy, traveling from town to town, three hundred days a year, I learned to love this life. The cradlelike rock and sway of the train, the hospitality of our countrymen, the gentle hearts of our countrywomen. You will find that, as long as you keep moving, there is no end to the delights awaiting you. But you must keep moving, Feliu. Even when the heart skips; even when the view blurs.

New things have to be tried. How do you know otherwise if something's good if you don't try it?

One can show off one's courage, but when it finally turns out that the danger is not real danger, you can laugh happily and say, "I said there's nothing terrible here; you'll even like it here. Haven't we shown you interesting things?

What a company I ended up with,' Geralt continued, shaking his head. 'Brothers in arms! A team of heroes! What have I done to deserve it? A poetaster with a lute. A wild and lippy half-dryad, half-woman. A vampire, who's about to notch up his fifth century. And a bloody Nilfgaardian who insists he isn't a Nilfgaardian.

Dandelion! You're asleep in the saddle!' 'I'm not asleep. I'm thinking creatively!

Time to ride, Dandelion." "Where to?" "Isn't it all the same?" "Yes, by and large. Let's go".

Madam Yennefer, Forgive me. I'm riding to Hirundum because I want to see Geralt. I want to see him before I start school. Forgive my disobedience, but I must. I know you'll punish me, but I don't want to regret my indecision and hesitation. If I'm to have regrets, let them be for deeds and actions. I'm an enchantress. I seize life by the scruff of the neck. I'll return when I can. - Ciri

manticore, wyvern, fogler, aeschna, ilyocoris, chimera, leshy, vampire, ghoul, graveir, werewolf, giant scorpion, striga, black annis, kikimora, vypper…so many I've killed.

Hej! - rycza? Yarpen Zigrin siedz?cy na ko?le, wskazuj?c na Yennefer. - Co? si? tam czerni na szlaku! Ciekawe, co to? Wygl?da jak koby?a! - Bez ochyby! - odwrzasn?? Jaskier, odsuwaj?c na ty? g?owy ?liwkowy kapelusik. - To koby?a! Wierzchem na wa?achu! Niebywa?e!

Geralt knew that bonnet and that feather, which were famed from the Buina to the Yaruga, known in manor houses, fortresses, inns, taverns and whorehouses. Particularly whorehouses.

If you thirst for justice, hire a witcher.

Little dryads fell asleep listening raptly to the wind blowing in the trees. Little witchers fell asleep listening raptly to their aching arms and legs. Our eyes also shone like Braenn's when we listened to the tales of Vesemir in Kaer Morhen. But that was long ago… So long ago… 'Well