Quotes About Adventure

Potevo andare in qualunque posto, fare qualunque cosa. Stavo toccando con mano e vedendo con i miei occhi quanto fosse immenso il mondo e profonda l'oscurità e l'infinito fascino e solitudine di tutto ciò.

No había nadie en el mundo de mi misma sangre, y así, me era posible ir a cualquier lugar y hacer cualquier cosa. Era magnífico.

What would I do where platforms, microphones and screens denied me? That's easy. I'd go to the races.

I've played Private Lives everywhere except underwater.

Espionage has something of the quality of a dream. In the spy's world, as in dreams, the terrain is always uncertain. You put your foot on what looks like solid ground and it gives way under you and you go into a kind of free fall, turning slowly tail over tip and clutching onto things that are themselves falling. This instability, this myriad-ness, that the world takes on, is both the attraction and terror of being a spy.

I get to travel, see the world, meet people and be independent. I feel blessed.

At a desk, in front of a computer, my mind goes blank, but as soon as I take off (to the supermarket, to Australia), inspiration strikes. Journeys are the midwives of books. — ALAIN DE BOTTON

I have found things while I was lost that I might never have discovered if I had stayed on the path. I have decided to stop fighting the prospect of getting lost and engage it as a spiritual practice instead.

Bay of Biscay and so down the English Channel

After a time Emma opened the picnic basket and they ate honey sandwiches with ants on them and drank the queer tea that always comes from a thermos.

When I grow up, I too will go to faraway places, and when I grow old, I too will live beside the sea.

Taking chances almost always makes for happy endings.

It is not the easy or convenient life for which I search, but life lived to the edge of all that I may be." — Mary Anne Radmacher

Charlotte Evans was used to feeling grungy. As a freelancer, she traveled on a shoestring, getting stories other writers did not, precisely because she wasn't fussy about how she lived. In the last twelve months, she had survived dust while writing about elephant keepers in Kenya, ice while writing about the spirit bear of British Columbia, and flies while writing about a family of nomads in India.

At last they reached Wild River. "This is it?" Bill gawked in dismay. Jordanna joined the men to stare at the dark bed of mossy rocks. "It is wild, isn't it?" she quipped, surprising herself with her own good humor when her shoulders, her back, her legs ached.

when something new sparks our interest an aperture forms in some outpost of the brain, gulps down an enzyme and sprouts a branch that can actually be measured. Imagine the orchards that are cultivated in our brains as we embrace new experiences and pursue with passion those interests that once attracted us but have been sadly mislaid along the way.

Be open to a wide range of new experiences. The more lines you have in the water, the greater the possibility of catching something remarkable.

many of us cower at the edge of that psychological boundary and abort our soul's adventure.

Be reckless. What's the worst that can happen? We're hoping to be surprised by some unrestrained part of ourselves that can't be expressed in our ordinary lives. The discoveries we're after can only surprise us when we're ready to accept whatever we uncover.

she was crazy, and her mother Joanna just wanted her to stop challenging Mother Nature by running headlong into dangerous storms. But like her dad, Alicia didn't run away from storms; she ran toward them. While

The path to our destination is not always a straight one. We go down the wrong road, we get lost, we turn back. Maybe it doesn't matter which road we embark on. Maybe what matters is that we embark.

Dragonsbane, they called him. Slayer of dragons. Or a dragon, anyway. And, he'd later found out, not such a very big one at that.

If I don't read page ninety, it won't have happened to them. Black Beauty will still live with all his friends at Birtwick Park … The knights will be able to go on having jolly adventures without Lancelot meeting Guinevere and bringing the whole Round Table crashing down into ruin on their heads…

Two classical and archetypal structures. . . . the stranger comes to town and the journey [Sharon Creech, "Leaping Off the Porch"].