Quotes About Adrenaline

I slalom ski. I wakeboard. I hike and rock climb.

When you back off, it's easier to do mistakes. For me it's better to ski fast.

I've always been big into snowmobiles, four-wheelers, jet skis, all kinds of those X Games kind of things.

For me a great date will be going on jet skiing or other adventure sport.

I love sport and will do just about anything. Someone said they'd had a go at skiing off a mountain with a parachute, and that sounds great!

Skiing is ridiculous.

Skiing fast feels like complete freedom to me.

In fighting, you're not going 200 mph, but there's obviously danger in the sport. If you're a fighter or a NASCAR driver, you're obviously an adrenaline junkie. Both also take a lot of skill.

I have a lot of adrenaline. I have a naturally fast system. But I love to eat, and I am not skinny.

Like a lot of people, I love a bit of blood and gore.

I love horror movies. I mean, who doesn't like a good horror movie every once in a while? It's fun to get scared.

I actually love pressure. I loved playing sport at school in front of a crowd; I love being on stage in front of a big audience. I buzz off that.

I loved the adrenalin rush of the skeleton, and would love to do it as a Paralympic sport if they ever bring it into the Games.

I love X-Games music.

People like head trauma. They love knockouts. The crowd is silent, silent, silent... and then a knockout happens, and everyone goes native. There would be far fewer knockouts without the gloves.

I wanted to be a truck driver. I love driving long distances!!!

I love skiing fast. You're going 80 to 85 m.p.h. down an icy slope, and I love it.

I love rollercoasters, thrill-seeking, all of that is fun.

I love traveling; it's, like, my perfect escape.

What's the use of having a motorcycle if you can't go tearing around staying out late?" Ralph asked reasonably.

Take it from me, if you are in an open space with no weapons and a grizzly comes for you, run. You may as well. If nothing else, it will give you something to do with the last seven seconds of your life.

I put the car in Park and kill the ignition. When I do so, I feel the tidal-wave rush, as I knew I would—the shakes, the post-adrenaline, post-traumatic physical reaction.

As the room slowly empties, the adrenaline drains from me, leaving me exhausted and discouraged. One thing they never tell you about this job is how much it's like your first roller-coaster ride—thrilling highs, lows lower than a snake's belly. Then it's just me, staring at the Rough Rider portrait above the fireplace and hearing footsteps as Carolyn, Danny, and Jenny gingerly approach the wounded animal in the cage.

There's nothing quite like a good quest for getting your blood pumping.