Quotes About Adventure

Some of its magic, some its tragic, but I've had a good life along the way.

Wherever life takes us, there are always moments of wonder.

Failure is a reality; we all fail at times, and it's painful when we do. But it's better to fail while striving for something wonderful, challenging, adventurous, and uncertain than to say, " I don't want to try because I may not succeed completely.

Do you want to be safe and good, or do you want to take a chance and be great?

I warn her not to chase money— chase a dream, like underwater photography or hiking, build your own boat and sail around the world, serve and protect the earth, that's the kind of stuff brilliant minds pursue, not moneyed soul-shrinking status sh**— integrate your heart and soul into your walk, talk, hands and thrust your voice up to the sky as you sing your life out pure, free, hard and strong against any wind.

As I've grown - dare I say it - older, I had hopes of indulging my dreams of being a sailor.

I have a lifelong habit for dealing with dejection: I leave town. I first ran away from home at three. Mother helped pack my bag.

I've traveled far and wide, always alone, so therefore I've never been in Cahoots.

You know you're not in your twenties anymore when you flee the action instead of wanting to be in the middle of it.

This is where the pivotal events of my childhood unfolded, while I ate banana and root beer Popsicles, two by two, tucking the sticks neatly under the skirt of the chair. It's where Sunnybank Lad met Lady, Ken met his friend Flicka, Atlanta burned, Manderley burned, Lassie came home, Jim ran away, Alice got small, Wilbur got big, David Copperfield was born, Beth died, and, on an endless gloomy winter afternoon, Jody shot his yearling.

On a shrunken planet where nearly every mountain bears bootprints and every mile of river has been run, being 'first' tends to require creative task definition" (111).

We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you.

Alex! Your dress!" Landis called after her. "Come down and we'll find you something else to wear!" Alexis shook her head and laughed. "I told the captain I would need a pair of trousers and he refused me! If the sight of my legs is so distasteful, then don't look!" Landis joined the laughter of the others in response to her suggestion. There was certainly nothing wrong with her legs. They all tilted their heads back as they watched her climb higher.

In the distance, I see Web and Jess leaning against Web's car. When they see me coming, they wave, as if I wouldn't be able to find them in the nearly empty lot. I wave back, smiling for the first time I can remember. And then, instead of walking back to them, I start to run.

When you go visiting countries, you start reading the history of the place and you start getting into the culture, and then you have to leave. In my experience, all countries have hidden treasures.

I'll belong to libraries wherever I go. Maybe eventually I'll belong to libraries on other planets.

The thing about Tolkien, about The Lord of the Rings , is that it's perfect. It's this whole world, this whole process of immersion, this journey. It's not, I'm pretty sure, actually true, but that makes it more amazing, that someone could make it all up. Reading it changes everything.

I am reading The Lord of the Rings . I suddenly wanted to. I almost know it by heart, but I can still sink right into it. I know no other book that is so much like going on a journey. When I put it down to this, I feel as if I am also waiting with Pippin for the echoes of that stone down the well.

There are some awful things in the world, it's true, but there are also some great books. When I grow up I would like to write something that someone could read sitting on a bench on a day that isn't all that warm and they could sit reading it and totally forget where they were or what time it was so that they were more inside the book than inside their own head. I'd like to write like Delany or Heinlein or Le Guin.

And at year's end they broke the stable door. The man and his horse, together, gallop yet, Beyond the sunset's end, the pounding hooves, Both harmony and beat for their duet.

When I got to Aberdare, I got off and walked up the cwm to the ruins we call Osgiliath.

if there are books perhaps it won't be all that bad.

Viver é muito perigoso, mesmo.

Uno vuol passare un fiume a nuoto, e lo passa; ma tocca l'altra sponda in un punto assai più in basso, ben diverso da quello che in un primo tempo aveva pensato. Vivere non è forse molto pericoloso?