Quotes About Adventure

Always walk where you like your steps.

You and I, we're not tied to the groundNot falling but rising like rolling around Eyes closed above the rooftops Eyes closed, we're gonna spin through the stars

I like the adventures because you know that when they say, "I've got a plan," and then they tell you, you know it's not going to work. And when they say, "I've got a plan," and they don't tell you, you know it is going to work, and it's all very exciting. I thought real life might be like that for a while, so I didn't tell anybody what I wanted to happen, but it didn't make any difference. I knew I was kiddin' meself.

In a world gone soft, the time has come to go outlaw!

The most beautiful highway in the world

If I could stand in an open airplane doorway two-and-a-half miles above the ground and will myself to step into empty space, then I could do anything.

the Doctor said, as if he hadn't heard, 'but the fact remains that if we attempt to push things too far we might end up disappearing up our own singularity and, probably, take this entire section of the universe with us. And I think we've all had quite enough of that for a while.

All of which is to the purpose that I have travelled more than most, by means that provoke looks of askance at the merest telling of them,

There was a vaguely battered look to the outside of the TARDIS herself, but she seemed basically whole and intact. The main door (which the Doctor could quite distinctly remember not closing, being far more interested in putting some distance between himself and his young companions and the assortment of monstrous creatures spilling out of it) was now firmly shut, with the sense that it would take rather more than simple cajolery for it ever to open again.

The Doctor was strapped to a wide table of some kind, and Turlough immediately started on the straps that held him. "We must stop meeting like this." "Very amusing," the Doctor replied with an irritated look. Sharma made quicker work of them with his issue knife. "You're forgetting your manners." Turlough remembered their predicament. "Thank me later," he suggested, and turned to leave.

Journeys are regularly marked by an early exhilaration followed by a waning resolve to finish.

This world is meant to be difficult, and your life on earth is meant to be a struggle, filled with adventure, challenge, and victory. This is your divine mission if you are willing to accept it. And if you accept it, you will have the power to succeed.

you could hardly call them Fobbits. They were ghosts, gone outside the wire more often than not (and making damn sure everyone saw them depart, slurping loud from travel mugs of coffee, uniforms clinking and whickering, a patchwork of 550 cord and carabiners and duct tape).

Books. They are lined up on shelves or stacked on a table. There they are wrapped up in their jackets, lines of neat print on nicely bound pages. They look like such orderly, static things. Then you, the reader come along. You open the book jacket, and it can be like opening the gates to an unknown city, or opening the lid of a treasure chest. You read the first word and you're off on a journey of exploration and discovery.

Writing will be like a journey, every word a footstep that takes me further into undiscovered land.

Then what shall I write? I can't just write that this happened then this happened then this happened to boring infinitum. I'll let my journal grow just like the mind does, just like a tree or beast does, just like life does. Why should a book tell a tale in a dull straight line? Words should wander and meander. They should fly like owls and flicker like bats and slip like cats. They should murmur and scream and dance and sing.

Next out of the car

action would take place. Something buzzed past his head and Roscoe smiled. The camera drone hovered just ahead of him, floating backward so that it could keep its lens focused on his face. Roscoe ignored it, keeping his eyes moving as he looked ahead for any surprises that might be waiting for him. The camera drone rose up above and then moved away, and Roscoe continued his

Be open to your dreams, people. Embrace that distant shore. Because our mortal journey is over all too soon.

Before the BBC, I joined the Navy in order to travel.

I like animals. I like natural history. The travel bit is not the important bit. The travel bit is what you have to do in order to go and look at animals.

I just wish the world was twice as big and half of it was still unexplored.

What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?

Dad?" said Barry. "We're going home too. We'll follow them." "Right," said Barry, confused. The house was a long way away.