Quotes About Adventure

Parachuting through the air around him, blown out of the firs, are hundreds of pine needles bundled in twos. He catches one, imagines it as a little man with a truncated torso and long slender legs. The NeedleMan ventures across the clearing on his pointy feet.

He has trained himself not to sleep; he is leading teams of surveyors outside the city walls; his soldiers at the Throat Cutter have launched

They said it's for boys. Or very adventurous girls." She can hear him smiling.

Don't you want to be alive before you die?

It was the summer when fireflies showed up in Saint-Malo, and their father was very excited, building long-handled nets for his boys and giving them jars with wire to fasten over the tops, and Etienne and Henri raced through the tall grass as the fireflies floated away from them, illuming on and off, always seeming to rise just beyond their reach, as if the earth were smoldering and these were sparks that their footfalls had prodded free.

Anthony Doerr

Se pelo menos a vida fosse como um romance de Júlio Verne... e você pudesse passar as páginas para a frente, quando precisasse, para descobrir o que estava para acontecer.

We are young, they sing, we are steadfast, we have never compromised, we have so many castles yet to storm.

A person can get up and leave her life. The world is that big.

Cloud Cuckoo Land by Antonius Diogenes, Folio K

A fourth door, and a fifth, on and on until you reach a thirteenth, a little locked door no bigger than a shoe." The children lean forward. "And then?" "Behind the thirteenth door"—the guide flourishes one of his impossibly wrinkled hands—"is the Sea of Flames." Puzzlement. Fidgeting. "Come now. You've never heard of the Sea of Flames?

Cat de sus poti sa sari, daca locuiesti pe Marte?

A good journal entry—like a good song, or sketch, or photograph—ought to break up the habitual and lift away the film that forms over the eye, the finger, the tongue, the heart. A good journal entry ought be a love letter to the world. Leave home, leave the country, leave the familiar. Only then can routine experience—buying bread, eating vegetables, even saying hello—become new all over again.

The only way to find something, she said, is to lose it first.

Don't you want to be alive before you die?

Copak nechcete žít, než umÃ…â"¢ete?

Many of the greatest books are like a forest. "The best way to get to know them is to wander right into the middle and get lost.

For in those days I had no idea that many of the greatest books are like a forest, and that the best way to get to know them is to wander right into the middle and get lost.

For the first time in human history, most people are doing things that could never interest a child enough to want to tag along. That says less about the child than about us.

before) to western Turkey.

the compass not having been invented, sailors tended to hug the coasts.

it must sail away as soon as possible, even if doing so meant risking battle with Sextus.

A level pathway led through woods, running between a steep hill and a great bog.

Every man's life, he realized suddenly, was to some degree a journey into the unknown, undertaken to understand himself.