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Blood drummed in her ears and adrenaline coursed through her veins, driving her to move. To act. Her hands trembled against his chest. Time vanished out from beneath her feet, one accelerating second at a time.

Messner: – Avvistiamo la base americana sulla costa, la McMurdo. Ce l’abbiamo fatta. … Il primo americano mi chiede se abbiamo realizzato un record. … Il primo giapponese fotografa il mio equipaggiamento. … Il primo italiano mi abbraccia. … Il primo russo vuole bere vodka insieme. … Il primo francese chiede se dei francesi hanno già compiuto quel viaggio prima di noi. … Il primo britannico chiede se abbiamo trainato noi le slitte. … Il primo tedesco che incontro mi chiede: “Perché?” … Non so rispondergli.

BLUE, THE colour of the sky, of the ocean, of certain stars and planets and the hue of the bluest eyes you have ever seen.

Bold people dance happily when they are confronted with life’s adventures... they see themselves going through with smiles... Give no excuse for being a coward. Be bold!

Books are my greatest treasures.

Book Descriptions: Amazon Rainforest Magic: The Adventures of Namowë, a Yanomami Boy, Volume 1 The magic of the Amazon rainforest enchanted artist Barbara Crane Navarro as she spent the winter months with the Yanomami communities in Venezuela and Brazil over a period of twelve years and inspired her to write her children's book series. The vividly illustrated stories in this series evoke daily life in the rainforest and the magical quality of the Yanomami's relation to the plants and animals around them. The first book, "Amazon Rainforest Magic: The Adventures of Namowë, a Yanomami Boy", recounts the journey of Namowë, a thirteen year old Yanomami boy living in the rainforest, as he seeks a cure for his baby sister. Amazon Rainforest Magic: The Adventures of Meromi, a Yanomami Girl, Volume 2 The second volume recounts the surprising voyage of Meromi, a 9 year old Yanomami girl who is swept into an unexpected adventure in the rivers and jungles of the Amazon. With the help of improvised allies, she seeks a way to discourage intruders and make them leave the forest. Aspects of traditional Yanomami life in the Rainforest are woven into the fanciful story. The author’s enchanting illustrations transform readers into fellow travelers on Meromi’s magical quest.

Book is the best friend, have no demand, no complain

Books pull you to other worlds ... let them, and enjoy the adventure.

Bravery is not the absence of fear, but rather, it is the decision to look fear in the eyes and press on regardless

Breathe deeply, focus your thoughts, and say out loud, “The quest begins here.

Brian came in heavy at that moment on his guitar, the rapid, high-pitched squeal ranging back and forth as his fingers flew along the frets. As the intro's tempo grew more rapid, Bekka heard Derek's subtle bass line as it worked its way in. After another few seconds Will came in, slow at first, but racing along to match the others' pace. When their combined efforts seemed unable to get any heavier, David jumped into the mix. As the sound got nice and heavy, Bekka began to rock back-and-forth onstage. In front of her, hundreds of metal-lovers began to jump and gyrate to their music. She matched their movements for a moment, enjoying the connection that was being made, before stepping over to the keyboard that had been set up behind her. Sliding her microphone into an attached cradle, she assumed her position and got ready. Right on cue, all the others stopped playing, throwing the auditorium into an abrupt silence. Before the crowd could react, however, Bekka's fingers began to work the keys, issuing a rhythm that was much softer and slower than what had been built up. The audience's violent thrash-dance calmed at that moment and they began to sway in response. Bekka smiled to herself. This is what she lived for.

Bullets do not discriminate. They are equal-opportunity projectiles.

Bulgaria, I reflected as I walked back to the hotel, isn’t a country; it’s a near-death experience.

But at some point it becomes obvious that, ultimately, the adventure of faith is the most sensible thing to do, and in fact the only thing worth doing. As Sam says toward the end of The Two Towers, no one remembers the tales in which the characters give up and turn back. Great and heroic deeds remain undone if no one leaps into the dark to do them. That's true when it comes to faith, too. You can't play a meaningful role in the great story by playing it safe. Once you hit the road, there is no going back to life as it was before. When Jesus asks His disciples if they will leave him to, Peter says, "Lord to whom will we go?" (verse 68). It's either walk with Jesus, unsafe as it seems sometimes, or go home.

But, as a form of exercise, I cannot recommend carrying a suitcase for a mile or so along sand and shingle at the dead of night, and then edging one's way along a narrow path where a false step will mean plunging into a couple of fathoms of sea that, however quiet, is toothed like a shark with jagged fangs of rock.

But at the very moment she was thinking these thoughts, adventure, as she afterwards told my Mother, was stalking her.

But between now and then, there was Life; and Bod walked into it with his eyes and his heart wide open.

But behold! As soon as I went out on the adventure-path I met John Barleycorn again.

But don't you see that I must go, for it seems that I am cut in half and only one part of me here. The other piece is over the sea, calling and calling me to come and be whole.

But I couldn't stop there. The call of adventure was much stronger and more inviting.

But I did go back and soon I realized why. I was in love

... But if I spend [all] my time *reading* about adventures, I won't actually be *having* them.

But it's only when we allow ourselves to get lost that we can have the opportunity to find and be found.

But look after yourself - there will be great dangers on the way. Remember, the right road is never the easy road.

But now to die would be, indeed, to give way to the sarcasm of destiny.

But now I think he was trying to teach me to never feel entitled because life can be a cruel bitch at times.

But she had slept, she was positive. She knew it because of the dreams. Despite the comfort of her bed she had tossed and turned all night, her sleep punctured by images and disjointed flashes of battle. She thought she had also dreamt of a handsome stranger with dark hair and a charming smile. Upon waking, however, the unknown man’s features were indistinct in her memory.

But remember: what belongs to the sea will always return to the sea. --Nereid

But something happened when I got out into the world, something that changed me. It was the reconnection of being at one with yourself and with this world.

But they never again passed up the opportunity to read a good book, together.

But they could neither of them persuade me, for there is nothing dearer to a man than his own country and his parents, and however splendid a home he may have in a foreign country, if it be far from father or mother, he does not care about it.

But what would happen if I put on the ring?” the boy asked. “There is only one way to find out.

But was it not an enterprise absolutely insane, and that none but the brain of a madman would have conceived?

By the time we began to understand enough about what the world to ask the right questions, our visit is over, and someone else is visiting, asking the same questions.

by travelling to all the corners of the globe it allows me to further define the ever changing world we live in, which in turn helps me to redefine myself, therefore it is an important process towards becoming a complete person.

Caleb shoved back from the table and stood to retreat to the kitchen. “No. Find another plan.” “There is no other plan. This isn’t even a plan, merely a nugget of an idea for the start of a plan that’s certain to fail and end in your deaths.

Call it walking meditation or a neighborhood stroll; by whatever name suits you, rediscover the art of meandering.

Can't get myself down by thinking about what could have been, right?

Can't abide adventure. 'Adventure' is a word people use to put a shine on lack of preparation and surviving through dumb luck.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.

Capture your youth, while you can.

Capture yesterday's moments,they are future memories

Carry your candle of light to every dark place.

Carve your own adventure, bloom your own romance, thread your own signs

Cat," said Peterkin, turning his head a little on one side, "I love you.

Chapter 9 - Marissa's Lake: “We’ve got incoming,” said Benter scrambling up, grabbing Jake’s arm and running back into the snake tunnel almost dragging Jake until he righted himself and jerked loose from Benter’s hold. At a dead run, they rounded the bend that had previously led to the red sky. The crashing noise of falling rock echoed by them and they backed up to the side of the tunnel. Benter held his finger up to his mouth. He slowly edged forward to peek back beyond the bend. The colossal dragon tried to dig and burn its way into the tunnel, but it was ten times the size of the tunnel opening. The beast inhaled a deep breath, seemingly to suck every bit of air from the tunnel. Benter felt himself breathe harder, becoming lightheaded. The dragon continued to inhale and Benter realized the exhale would be a huge fire bomb. “RUN!” yelled Benter, but Jake had read his mind and was already ahead of him running as fast as he could. Within seconds of their exit the dragon released the fire missile and great licking flames raced towards them in a hungry fervor.

Charity followed the pirate. To salvation or to hell, she would soon find out.

Choices! Choices!! Choices!!! I have chosen love over hate. I have chosen faith over fears. I have chosen courage over cowardice. I have chosen strength over weakness. I have chosen positive thinking over negative thoughts.

Climbing has taught me many lessons, one of the most important being, just how ever-present death is. Having faced death a few times now while climbing, has made me realize that I have no fear of it.

Clear vision holds the key.