Quotes About Adventure

Vast is the power of cities to reclaim the wanderer.

Life is comfortable and clean enough here already. And so secure. What it needs it to be less secure, more eager.

flight from familiar tedium to new tedium would have for a time the outer look and promise of adventure.

He who had been a boy very credulous of life was no longer greatly interested in the possible and improbable adventures of each new day.

To George F. Babbitt, as to most prosperous citizens of Zenith, his motor car was poetry and tragedy, love and heroism. The office was his pirate ship but the car his perilous excursion ashore.

When Myra appeared she said at once, Now, we want you boys to go on playing around just as if we weren't here. The first evening, he stayed out for poker with the guides, and she said in placid merriment, My! You're a regular bad one! The second evening, she groaned sleepily, Good heavens, are you going to be out every single night? The third evening, he didn't play poker.

Oh, Sam, my dear, but I'm so grasping! I want the whole world, not just Zenith! I DON'T want to be a good wife and mother and play cribbage prettily! I want splendor! Great horizons!

Not one of them had found life quite the amusing and triumphant adventure he had expected; and they came back wistfully, longing to recapture their credulous golden days. They believed (for a week) that their classmates were peculiarly set apart from the crooked and exasperating race of men as a whole.

She knew the exaltation of starting out in the fresh morning for places she had never seen, without the bond of having to return at night.

Go. Run with it. Make trouble.

Thule was sighted, but only from afar.

So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate.

it is only when a man goes out into the world with the thought that there are heroisms all round him, and with the desire all alive in his heart to follow any which may come within sight of him, that he breaks away... from the life he knows, and ventures forth into the wonderful mystic twilight land where lie the great adventures and the great rewards.

His love of danger, his intense appreciation of the drama of an adventure--all the more intense for being held tightly in--his consistent view that every peril in life is a form of sport, a fierce game betwixt you and Fate, with Death as a forfeit, made him a wonderful companion at such hours.

Now, Watson," said Holmes, as a tall dog-cart dashed up through the gloom, throwing out two golden tunnels of yellow light from its side lanterns. "You'll come with me, won't you?" "If I can be of use." "Oh, a trusty comrade is always of use; and a chronicler still more so. My room at The Cedars is a double-bedded one.

As I turned away, I saw Holmes, with his back against a rock and his arms folded, gazing down at the rush of the waters. It was the last that I was ever destined to see of him in this world. - Watson.

Watson: When do we start? Holmes: You are not coming. Watson: Then you are not going. I give you my word of honour - and I never broke it in my life - that I will take a cab straight to the police station and give you away unless you let me share this adventure with you.

Perchance you shall, fair sir, said Nigel, for all that I have seen of you fills me with this desire to go further with you. It is in my mind that we might turn this thing to profit and to honour, for when Sir Robert has spoken to you, I am free to do with you as I will.

My nerves tingled with the sense of adventure. Throwing aside my cigarette, I closed my hand upon the butt of my revolver, and, walking swiftly up the door, I looked in.

I reached this one, said my friend, by sitting upon five pillows and consuming an ounce of shag. I think, Watson, that if we drive to Baker-street we shall just be in time for breakfast.

Deep seemed the valleys when we lay between the reeling seas.

One hour of life, crowded to the full with glorious action, and filled with noble risks, is worth whole years of those mean observances of paltry decorum

I'll listen, till my fancy hears The clang of swords' the crash of spears! These grates, these walls, shall vanish then For the fair field of fighting men, And my free spirit burst away, As if it soared from battle fray.

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