Quotes About Adrenaline

Fear can give you urgent wings.

All the cells in my body seemed to race and freeze at the same time.

At the end of the day, my natural habitat is in a car and I am happiest in that environment.

I'm electric with vertigo, even though I'm on the ground, vertigo like I felt once when I stood on the edge of a high cliff in Arizona and looked straight down.

Why climb? For the natural experience; for the danger that draws us ever on; for the feeling of total freedom; for the monstrous drop beneath you. It is like a drug.

Auto racing began 5 minutes after the second car was built.

Flying is hours and hours of boredom sprinkled with a few seconds of sheer terror.

I don't do drugs. If I want a rush I just stand up when I'm not expecting it.

Mansell is slowing it down, taking it easy. Oh, no he isn't! It's a lap record.

You're safer in the race car than you are in cars going to and from the track.

Brady has compared playing football with "getting into a car crash every Sunday—a scheduled car crash." I've heard players use this image before, and doctors who have treated football injuries.

You might not think that's cricket, and it's not, it's motor racing.

And this is the third place car about to lap the second place car.

And he's lost both right front tires.

And here comes Mika Hakkinen, double world champion twice over.

But my passion is racing cars. It's what I like to do in my off time.

Spirited children experience every emotion and sensation deeply and powerfully. Their hearts pound; the adrenaline flows through their bodies. There is actually a physical reaction that occurs more strongly in their bodies than in less intense individuals. They are not loud because they know it irritates people; they are loud because they really feel that much excitement, pain, or whatever the emotion or sensation might be. Their intensity is real. It is their first and most natural reaction.

le rock' n' roll, c'est un oasis d'adrénaline pour enfants perdus.

Knowing the workings of the discursive mind, seeing how it maneuvers to dupe us, is no small deal. When I'm paralyzed by anxiety, I'm sometimes surprised that I find the joys and the quiet times of everyday life insipid. It's as though I missed the adrenaline that rushes through me when I am in crisis mode, which is quite dramatic. The blows of fate are crushing, exhausting, but at least in the moment of struggling with them I know why I get up in the morning.

I had no words to give him. No explanation. I didn't understand it, myself. It scared me, but then so do roller coasters, and I ride them anyway, too.

Fast cars are my only vice.

It's like one of those dreams you have when someone is chasing you. You're running as fast as you can, and someone's trotting behind you, just out of range, trying to grab onto you.

Decisions make themselves when you're coming downhill at seventy kilometres an hour. Suddenly there's the edge of nothingness in front of you. Swerve left? Swerve right? Or think about it and die? In your head you swerve both ways …" Excerpt From: Michael Frayn. "Copenhagen

200 miles per hour