Quotes About Adventure

It has become impossible to give up the enterprise of disarmament without abandoning the whole great adventure of building up a collective peace system.

idea of the latitude and longitude of Treasure Isle, which,

I have always been fond of diving into Queer Street for my amusement, and I found my knowledge of that locality and its inhabitants very useful. It

Perhaps he walked two miles between the high walls of the lane before its descent ceased, but he thrilled with the sense of having journeyed very far, all the long way from the known to the unknown.

We have just begun to navigate a strange region; we must expect to encounter strange adventures, strange perils.

By what seemed then and still seems a chance, the suggestion of a moment's idle thought followed up upon familiar lines and paths that I had tracked a hundred times already, the great truth burst upon me, and I saw, mapped out in lines of light, a whole world, a sphere unknown; continents and islands, and great oceans in which no ship has sailed (to my belief) since a Man first lifted up his eyes and beheld the sun, and the stars of heaven, and the quiet earth beneath.

The Fitzgeralds] rode down Fifth Avenue on the top of taxis because it was hot or dove into the fountain at Union Square or tried to undress at the Scandals, or, in sheer delight at the splendor of new York, jumped, dead sober, into the Pulitzer fountain in front of the Plaza. Fitzgerald got in fights with waiters and Zelda danced on people's dinner tables.

True life is elsewhere

Mais vrai, j'ai trop pleuré. Les Aubes sont navrantes. Toute lune est atroce et tout soleil amer: L'âcre amour m'a gonflé de torpeurs enivrantes. O que ma quille éclate! O que j'aille à la mer!

And, in the dawn, armed with a burning patience, we shall enter the splendid cities.

Votre ardeur Est le devoir. Elle est retrouvée ! — Quoi ? — l'Éternité. C'est la mer mêlée Au soleil.

Ce soir-là, . . . vous rentrez aux cafés éclatants, Vous demandez des bocks ou de la limonade . . . On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans Et qu'on a des tilleuls verts sur la promenade.

When I was very young, I admired hardened criminals locked behind prison doors; I visited inns and taverns they frequented; with their eyes, I saw the blue sky and the blossoming work of the fields; I tracked their scent through cities. They were more powerful than saints, more prudent than explorers—and they, they alone, were witnesses to glory and reason!

Am încetat s? îndr?gesc plictiseala.Furiile,dezm??ul,nebunia--c?reia îi cunosc toate avânturile ÅŸi toate pr?buÅŸirile,întreaga mea povar? a fost lep?dat?.S? m?sur?m f?r? a ameÅ£i întinderea inocenÅ£ei mele.

Con diecisiete años, no puedes ser formal. —¡Una tarde, te asqueas de jarra y limonada, de los cafés ruidosos con lustros deslumbrantes! —Y te vas por los tilos verdes de la alameda. ¡Qué bien huelen los tilos en las tardes de junio! El aire es tan suave que hay que bajar los párpados; Y el viento rumoroso —la ciudad no está lejos— trae aromas de vides y aromas de cerveza.

I might be the child abandoned on the wharf setting out for the high seas, or the farmhand, following the path whose top reaches the sky.

On n'est pas sérieux, quand on a dix-sept ans.

Fakat sonra, geçen gecenin sudan maceralar? hakk?ndaki hafif gevezelikten sonra, en duru ruha bile bulan?k ve tehlikeli girdaplar sokabilecek o gizli, hemen hemen hiç sezilmeyen arzulara dald?lar ve hiç özlem duymad?klar? ve kaderin anla??lmaz rüzgar?n?n kendilerini, rüyada da olsa, bir defa savurabileceÄŸi gizli bölgelerden bahsettiler.

Revolutionär ohne Mut, abenteuerlustig ohne die Fähigkeit, Unbequemlichkeiten zu ertragen — Egoist ohne Rücksichtslosigkeit - und endlich ein Künstler ohne Fleiß - ein Selbstkenner ohne Tendenz zur Besserung — ein Verächter des allgemeinen Urteils mit der kleinlichsten Empfindlichkeit

Oh, see the tiger!" Johnnie Green shouted. "And the lions! And the monkeys! And the bear!" "See them!" Spot yelped. "I say, smell them!" He felt better when the animals in their cages had gone creaking past. And he forgot his uneasiness as he watched dozens of horses, ridden by folk whose bespangled clothes glittered in the sunlight.

Arthur Slade

Don Quixote's 'Delusions' is an excellent read - far better than my own forthcoming travel book, 'Walking Backwards Across Tuscany.'

The Romantic poets were the prototype ramblers, and I've often found myself following in their footsteps - although perhaps not all of their footsteps since a typical walk for Samuel T. Coleridge might last two days and cover 145km.

Salì senza tante cerimonie sul taxi e si sistemò comodamente sul sedile posteriore. Sollevato, chiuse gli occhi. "Dove vuole che andiamo?" chiese Sorjonen. "Avanti".