Quotes About Adventure

Secrets are the kind of adventure she needs. Secrets are safe, and they do much to make you different. On the inside where it counts.

Sometimes we even have to risk making fools of ourselves.

He learned to read the ocean by a cupful. He also learned to regard each port of call as part of the journey and not as the destination. Every voyage begins when you do.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!

We move between two darknesses.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness, one comes for life!

Maurice and Alec still roam the greenwood.

The ends of the earth, the depths of the sea, the darkness of time, you have chosen all three.

If Miss Honeychurch ever takes to live as she plays, it will be very exciting--both for us and for her.

Let her go to Italy!" he cried. "Let her meddle with what she doesn't understand!

I will take you by a dear dirty back way, Miss Honeychurch, and if you bring me luck, we shall have an adventure.

We residents sometimes pity you poor tourists not a little - handed about like a parcel of goods from Venice to Florence, from Florence to Rome, living herded together in pensions or hotels, quite unconscious of anything that is outside Baedeker, their one anxiety to get 'done' and 'through' and go somewhere else. The result is they mix up towns, rivers, palaces in one inextricable whirl.

Every life ought to contain both a turn and a return.

It was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade, bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air.

Oh, hang it all! what's the good—I mean, the good of living in a room for ever? There one goes on day after day, same old game, same up and down to town, until you forget there is any other game. You ought to see once in a way what's going on outside, if it's only nothing particular after all.

it was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air. It was a comrade.

It's a risk, so's everything else, and we'll only live once.

Vagueness spurred him into knight errantry.

Travel was a species of warfare.

Look at this evening. Cousin Kate! Imagine, Cousin Kate! But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?

for they regarded travel as a species of warfare, only to be undertaken by those who have been fully armed at the Haymarket Stores.

She too is enamoured of heavy winds, and vast panoramas, and green expanses of the sea.

One doesn't come to Italy for niceness," was the retort; "one comes for life. Buon giorno! Buon giorno!" bowing right and left. "Look at that adorable wine-cart! How the driver stares at us, dear, simple soul!

It was Raffles I loved. It was not the dark life we led together, still less its base rewards; it was the man himself, his gayety, his humor, his dazzling audacity, his incomparable courage and resource. And a very horror of turning to him again in mere need of greed set the seal on my first angry resolution. But the anger was soon gone out of me, and when at length Raffles bridged the gap by coming to me, I rose to greet him almost with a shout.