Quotes About Adventure

Madmen and fools feel no fear. Heroes fear and face the danger anyway.

If you want to be a new man you have to stay in new places, and do new things, with people who never knew you before. If you go back to the same old ways, what else can you be but the same old person? You have to be realistic.

Even a beige kind of girl could wear red sometimes.

We came across a rucksack, wedged in among the coral. It was fastened up, but it seemed to have been invaded by some weird fluffy white sea creature that was trying to get out. "What's that ?" said Arnie, poking it. Miranda and I took a second look, and started to giggle. "It's tampons," I said. "Expanding widthways when wet—" "Yecch!

There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.

The chauffeuses . . . were manifestly ladies of the new school . . . not sitting in balconies, gazing at sympathetic stars and longing for the hero to return. No, indeed, they were following him in a motor car.

One trouble with trouble is that it usually starts out like fun.

Life is a journey without reliable tour guides. You made plans and then you got distracted and took detours that proved to be dull, disastrous, or wonderful, or a combination of all three. – Josie Navarre (heroine)

thought had been to escape

My husband and I love to travel, we say we want to cover the earth before the earth covers us!

exactly stand on formality; they plunged

People fly despite knowing that a certain percentage of airplanes crash every year.

He nods. Jordan was given the series as a birthday gift and then had the idea to take the books out of the library as well, so he and his brother could read them at the same time. They lay in their bunks for hours, for several weeks on end, mowing through one book after another. Jordan would call out from the top bunk: Holy cow, Eddie, are you on page 202 yet?

William, that she had the capacity to raise these giant, beautiful sails and go.

You'll all set sail, as you should, and leave your mother and me here. It's a tale as old as time.

Life is a mysterious and exciting affair and anything can be a thrill if you know how to look for it, and what to do with opportunity when it comes.

Sometimes it take courage to leave.

Her face was a map I'd like to trace. I'd love to see where it would take me. And I'd love to see where she had been.

So often we focus on Jesus's mission on the cross to save us from our sins. As marvelous as that is, it's critical for us to grasp the importance of his mission on earth as a rabbi. His goal was to raise up disciples who would become like him. As followers of Jesus, we are still called to live out the adventure of discipleship, becoming like Jesus through the power of his Spirit at work within us.

This stretching of self beyond stretchable boundaries, this glory of being where few have stood, of listening and seeing, of feeling the sun and the rock, somehow matters very much. The exhilaration is worth every bit of the discomfort and duress. I have pushed through discomfort to another level of being. I love being here, shot through with sunlight, incandescing it outward as I receive it inward. I feel an outer glory like an aura or a nimbus

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As we jumped the tiny hedge because we couldn't be bothered with the tiny gate to set off on our running, I inhaled the early evening light and realized this was softening, what others might term a little softening. Then, landing on the pavement in the direction of the parks & reservoirs, I exhaled this light and for a moment, just a moment, I almost nearly laughed.

Her glance fell on the door to the library. Not even Paul's greatest admirer would call him a bookish man. This was her best bet for avoiding him. She whisked into the room and whirled to close the door, when she glanced up to see Giles a few steps behind her. With a shuddering gasp, she faltered back as he strode forward and shut them inside. Alone. Neither spoke a word as he seized her with ruthless hands and swept her into his arms.

I like trains. I like their rhythm, and I like the freedom of being suspended between two places, all anxieties of purpose taken care of: for this moment I know where I am going.