Quotes About Adventure

A Timid Trapeze Artist Is a Dead Trapeze Artist

The alternative to tourism The linchpin, the engaged one, the graceful actor in an unfolding play—these people don't seek to only inspect. They're not traveling in order to tick a checkbox. Instead, they open themselves to the world they bought a ticket to, knowing full well that they will be changed.

change is the first sign of risk.

Like the fox, we've been trained to stay inside the fence, because inside the fence is where it's safe—until it's too late.

Those who fear risk also begin to fear movement of any kind.

Things that grow don't grow forever—but that's okay, because the experiences we collect stick with us, and we get to take those experiences wherever we go.

For the important work, the instructions are always insufficient. For the work we'd like to do, the reward comes from the fact that there is no guarantee, that the path isn't well lit, that we cannot possibly be sure it's going to work.

My friend Jon likes it when an airplane hits heavy turbulence. His insight is worth sharing. "The odds of a plane crashing from turbulence are essentially zero, so I sit and enjoy it. It's like a ride at an amusement park.

The best way to overcome your fear of creativity, brainstorming, intelligent risk-taking, or navigating a tricky situation might be to sprint.

Walking gets too boring when you learn how to fly.

Bundled in my shawl and uniform, I might have been partaking in any one of Mrs. Westcliffe's permitted after-supper al fresco activities, like: Strolling to the edge of the rose garden to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the orchard to admire the sunset. Strolling to the edge of the bridge to admire the sunset. At England's foremost educational opportunity for young women, strolling to the brink of things was allowed. Leaving the green-plunging beyond brinks-was not.

Besides, I had to keep you alive," Ewan said, thinking to make light of the situation and thereby erase some of the shadows from Neil's eyes. "We couldn't have the only virgin in the group dying before he bedded a woman." As Ewan had wanted, Neil turned and scowled at him. "I've bedded women. I just haven't performed one act." "It made for a good rally cry. Protect the virgin!

To her, the journey was as important as the destination.

That's what mountains do, they taunt you, lure you to the freedom of the wilderness, and it is fucking exhilarating.

The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.

The west coast is a mecca for wild hearts, wild minds, wild spirits and I'm a WMD—I've got so much energy I'm about to explode.

The idea to go West just fell into my lap from the sky. Go west, young man. That's how the best ideas happen. Just out of nowhere. When you're not even thinking. Like they've been created for you and you just have to reach out and grab them before someone else does.

And happy. I'm not used to these...feelings. It's like a...one of those...horrible carnival rides I've seen, that go up and down and spin and jerk, and, well, usually I'm so...on the ground. I'm not sure I can take it.

I could tell you an extensively strange story, I warned. Oh, good! Gram said. Delicious!

I love the way that each book -- any book -- is its own journey. You open it, and off you go. You are changed in some way, large or small, by having traveled with those characters.

She told how the fear had slipped away through the year, 'slipped away silently and secretly', and how we mustn't be afraid to try new things.

Sharon Creech

And why do I have to tell more about the blue car splattered with mud speeding down the road?

Let's get out of here, my mother said.