Quotes About Adventure

There are so many real people around, telling children what and how to do, that a boy has to run off down a beach, even if it's only in his head, to get by himself in his own world.

It became a game that I took to with immense gusto: to see how much I could remember about dandelions themselves, or picking wild grapes with my father and brother, rediscovering the mosquito-breeding ground rain barrel by the side bay window, or searching out the smell of the gold-fuzzed bees that hung around our back porch grape arbor. Bees do have a smell, you know, and if they don't they should, for their feet are dusted with spices from a million flowers.

A trolley car, a pair of tennis shoes? These, at one time when we were children, were invested with magic for us.

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want

This car," he said, "somewhere along the way does it turn into a plane?" "I don't know," I said. "Somewhere along the way do you turn into my pilot?" "It could be. I've never done this before." "But you're willing to try?" I nodded.

Stuff your eyes with wonders [...]live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds.

GRANDPA'S LIBRARY WAS A FINE DARK PLACE bricked with books, so anything could happen there and always did. All you had to do was pull a book from the shelf and open it and suddenly the darkness was not so dark anymore.

Nunca volveré a tener más dudas, pues esta verdad es tan cierta como la verdad de la tierra, y ambas concuerdan entre sí. Iremos a otros mundos , y sumaremos las distintas fracciones de la verdad hasta que el total se alce ante nosotros como la luz de un nuevo día.

live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.' 

There, on the world's rim, the lovely snail gleam of the railway tracks ran, flinging wild gesticulations of lemon or cherry-colored semaphore to the stars.

lui doveva andarsene, uscire, respirare l'aria libera della notte, conoscere le libere acque della notte che correvano verso mari più grandi e più liberi.

Fire balloons.

Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'Live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

That's the good thing of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

The stars are yours, if you have the head, the hands, and the heart for them.

Mogu nabaviti knjige. -Izlažete se pogibelji. -To je dobra strana umiranja: kad nemate što izgubiti, izlažete se svakoj pogibelji kojoj želite. str. 86.

That's the good part of dying; when you've got nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.

Where would you like to go? What would you really like to do with your life?

The only things you're looking for... are in the world, but the only way the average chap will ever see ninety-nine percent of them is in a book. Don't ask for guarantees. And don't look to be saved in any one thing, person, machine, or library. Do your own bit of saving, and if you drown, at least die knowing you were headed for the shore.

Yo soy un escritor apasionado, no intelectual, lo que quiere decir que mis personajes tienen que adelantarse a mí para vivir la historia. Si mi intelecto los alcanza demasiado pronto, toda la aventura puede quedar empantanada en la duda y en innumerables juegos mentales.

Stuff your eyes with wonder,' he said, 'live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories. Ask no guarantees, ask for no security, there never was such an animal. And if there were, it would be related to the great sloth which hangs upside down in a tree all day every day, sleeping its life away. To hell with that,' he said, 'shake the tree and knock the great sloth down on his ass.

You don't know what it is. Every time I'm out there I think, 'If I ever get back to Earth I'll stay there; I'll never go out again.' But I go out, and I guess I'll always go out.

If anything is taught here, it is simply the charting of the life of someone who started out to somewhere—and went. I have not so much thought my way through life as done things and found what it was and who I was after the doing. Each tale was a way of finding selves. Each self found each day slightly different from the one found twenty-four hours later.

And the trip? Exactly one half terror, exactly one half exhilaration.