Quotes About Adventure

no courage to do it himself. I walked black streets and alleys alone; I passed out in cabarets.

Only the lightning was fearless of the legends that said some evil dwelt in Sugar Devil Island: go there and you might never come back.

What a sight I was in these big clothes. I must have looked like a mad poetical schoolboy who had raided thrift stores for the finest threads and was off now in fancy new shoes to search out the rock bands.

That incorrigible Quinn. He went deep into Sugar Devil Swamp, though everybody told him not to; he went to that accursed island Hermitage, and one night he just didn't come back.

Andrássy Út

Stories of romance and adventure and magic helped us to imagine a better world into being, however gradually. In the telling of every fairy tale, the listener and the teller took another step towards nobility.

He wasn't marrying her. Even if she'd have him, which she certainly wouldn't, he had no intention of leg-shackling himself to such a difficult woman. She's always be racing off to save some new stray lamb, and if she even caught wind of the Scorpion's criminal associations she'd probaby try to save them, as well. She was a dangerous woman, never content with the status quo, and she would drag who ever was fool enough to marry her along for the ride.

he thought of dying as a kind of adventure, something new that he hadn't yet experienced. Like an unusual vacation trip.

I write because I want to have more than one life.

The real adventure, he thought, is the flow of time; it's as much adventure as anyone could wish.

She has. No. Plan.

I read so that I can live more than one life in more than one place.

I read so I live more than one life in more than one place.

I read so I can live more than one life in more than one place !

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it was all so new to her, he guessed.

That's what I love about reading: one tiny thing will interest you in a book, and that tiny thing will lead you onto another book, and another bit there will lead you onto a third book. It's geometrically progressive—all with no end in sight, and for no other reason than sheer enjoyment.

You can't test courage cautiously, so I ran hard and waved my arms hard, happy.

Admire the world for never ending on you -- as you would an opponent, without taking your eyes away from him, or walking away.

The world is wider in all directions, more dangerous and bitter, more extravagant and bright. We are making hay when we should be making whoopee; we are raising tomatoes when we should be raising Cain and Lazarus.

When you open a book," the sentimental library posters said, "anything can happen." This was so. A book of fiction was a bomb. It was a land mine you wanted to go off. You wanted it to blow your whole day. Unfortunately, hundreds of thousands of books were duds. They had been rusting out of everyone's way for so long that they no longer worked. There was no way to distinguish the duds from the live mines except to throw yourself at them headlong, one by one.

I had hope for my rough edges. I wanted to use them as a can opener, to cut myself a hole in the world's surface, and exit through it.

We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.

The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.