Best 3492 quotes in «adventure quotes» category

If you're not moving, you're standing still.

If your life is not an adventure then you are not truly alive.

If your ultimate goal is to have orgasms, you're still in kindergarten. Orgasms are not the destination, sensual freedom is. Sensual freedom is about falling in love with the PROCESS that's meant to take you DEEP. This process is an endless journey filled with adventure, discovery, and deep revelations of what it means to be intimate and attain levels of fulfillment that transcend all human comprehension. Sensual freedom is essentially connecting to the spirit of worship. Worship is a spiritual way of expressing your ultimate desires and passion for the one you deeply admire or are intoxicated by.

If you turn to the right, you will marry, if to the left, you will be killed." A true philosopher never chooses the middle course; he needs no riches, he does not know what to do with money. But whether he turns to the right or to the left, nothing pleasant awaits him.

If you want to know the age of the Earth—look upon the sea in a storm. But what storm can fully reveal the heart of a man? Between Suez and the China Sea are many nameless men who prefer to live and die unknown. This is the story of one such man. Among the great gallery of rogues and heroes thrown up on the beaches and ports—no man was more respected or more damned than—Lord Jim.

If you want to survive, you're going to have to learn to be more ruthless.

I gazed at these marvels in profound silence. Words were utterly wanting to indicate the sensations of wonder I experienced. I seemed, as I stood upon that mysterious shore, as if I were some wandering inhabitant of a distant planet, present for the first time at the spectacle of some terrestrial phenomena belonging to another existence. To give body and existence to such new sensations would have required the coinage of new words - and here my feeble brain found itself wholly at fault. I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!

I go to the movies because – I like adventure. Adventure is something I don’t have much of at work, so I go to the movies.

I groan but answer the call in a sing song voice. "Kitty Lung, hero or terrorist, you take your pick.

i had a dream when i was 22 that someday i would go to the region of ice and snow and go on and on till i came to one of the poles of the earth

I had a few people ask me if I might one day write my own autobiography. I just tell them, 'It's already being written. My books are my autobiography.

I had never seen the view at this time before, at the very pinnacle of night when sunset was far behind us and dawn had not yet risen rosy-fingered from the horizon. The night was ashen, tones of granite and iron and heather in the ripples of the waves, which were calmer than earlier in the day. It was as if even the ocean was drowsy – a pale, weighty moon hung full and pregnant in the sky, its reflection floating lambent on the water.

I had loved poetry and the theatre. Now I loved adventure more.

I had rather die in the adventure of noble achievements, than live in obscure and sluggish security.

I have a hard time trusting a person without a couple of murders on his record, Mr. Draedax.

I have a recurring dream in which I am 85 years old, sitting in my living room, swaying back and forth in a rocking chair, studying the newspaper. I pause, look up and think of all the adventures I could have experienced and say to myself, 'Shit, I should have done that.' That is a scene I am determined will not happen in real life.

I have come to see that exploration is not a practice of the unfaithful, but rather is exactly what being a follower of Christ is actually all about.

I have found a higher calling; inspirational-writing! I can’t imagine myself doing any other work, when I ought to write and transmit, awe-inspiring-words, to the souls longing for it.

I have what it takes to get the work done.

I hope so,” grumbled Ian. “I’m going to look for another one of ‘em winged dogs for Mabel.

I kept getting the odd sensation that I was in fact perfectly stationary, and that I was pushing the world around under my feet.

I imagine the people whose lives are most intertwined with mine, and I realize life has gone on without me. The planet has not imploded because I, the girl who has always done what is expected of her, decided not to, just this once.

I know I am planning to visit a "land" that is not entirely foreign, only foreign to me. As an adventurer, I am on a journey that I believe will last me my whole life. A new relationship, discovery, or awareness excites me.

I knew then that I wanted to go home, but I had no home to go to--and that is what adventures are all about.

I knew that it was impossible for us to be kept apart for too long.

I know what I want. I will chase to it.

I let my initial stance on her prettiness stand and didn't let any superficial thoughts hobble it.

I’ll do whatever I can to help guarantee this plan succeeds, and I’ll try to make sure I’m in the right place at the right time.” “The right place and time for what?” “If I knew that, ma’am, I probably wouldn’t need to be there.

I like old bookstores, the smell of coffee brewing, rainy day naps, farmhouse porches, and sunsets. I like the sweet, simple things that remind me that life doesn’t have to be complicated to be beautiful.

I live in paradise within the pages of a book.

I’ll be off exploring, searching for those out-of-bounds places where dreams exist.

I'll be right here. Until they drag me off the line. I'm not going anywhere. I hope. It's been an adventure. We took some casualties over the years. Things got broken. Things got lost. But I wouldn't miss it for the world.

I look at life as an adventure. Each new chapter brings new opportunities.

I'll show you worlds you never knew they existed. I'll hug you and you will forever feel protected. I'll kiss you and your wounds shall be mended. Dare you embark with me on a journey of love, for you, I created?

I look up to the sky and scream to the wind, 'Give me adventure.' She whispers back, 'You are braver than you know.

I liked learning but the challenge was that my mother's need to turn education into a competition was ruining the experience for me.

I live in one of the best places, bar none, to appreciate the wild natural environment. I also live in one of the most politically difficult places to work on its behalf: Alaska.

I live life with a daring curiosity.

I’ll find out who’s inside. Wait here and keep alert!’ Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building’s eastern wall. There was a crack in the wood and he gently inched closer to peer inside. There was a hearth-fire with a pot bubbling away and a battered table made of a length of wood over two pieces of cut timber. A small ham hung from the rafters, away from the rats and mice. He couldn’t see anyone but there was a murmur of voices. Hallam leaned in even closer and a young boy with hair the colour of straw saw the movement to stare. It was Little Jim. Thank God, the child was safe. Snot hung from his nose and he was pale. Hallam put a finger to his lips, but the boy, not even four, did not understand, and just gaped innocently back. Movement near the window. A man wearing a blue jacket took up a stone bottle and wiped his long flowing moustache afterwards. His hair was shoulder-length, falling unruly over the red collar of his jacket. Tied around his neck was a filthy red neckerchief. A woman moaned and the man grinned with tobacco stained teeth at the sound. Laughter and French voices. The woman whimpered and Little Jim turned to watch unseen figures. His eyes glistened and his bottom lip dropped. The woman began to plead and Hallam instinctively growled. The Frenchman, hearing the noise, pushed the shutter open and the pistol’s cold muzzle pressed against his forehead. Hallam watched the man’s eyes narrow and then widen, before his mouth opened. Whatever he intended to shout was never heard, because the ball smashed through his skull to erupt in a bloody spray as it exited the back of the Frenchman’s head. There was a brief moment of silence. ‘28th!’ Hallam shouted, as he stepped back against the wall. ‘Make ready!

I’ll gloss right over the implication in what you said that the Reor are sentient entities—for now. Dare I ask why they gave you a copy of their universal decryption key?” Alex and Caleb shared a look, and she shrugged. “We can only speculate, but it’s possible they want us to win.” Miriam dropped her elbows on the table. “Hmm. Okay. In that case, I welcome the minerals to our side of the fight.

I'll tell you what you want to hear. I mean, what I need to hear. I'll tell the truth.

Il nous faut remplacer les mourants, et les mourants savent qu’ils ne valent que pour ce qu’ils ont transmis.

I looked on, I thought, I reflected, I admired, in a state of stupefaction not altogether unmingled with fear!

I lost my way in the darkness. But at dawn of a bright light, I find my path.

I love when I get to introduce someone to something amazing.

I love to receive a beautiful postcard from your place of voyage.

I'm always homesick for the journey,” I had once written in ink speckled script, adding almost as an afterthought, “...no matter what it may hold.

I’m an adventurer, at least in spirit and optimism.

I mean, in the last few months alone, I've been pinned in a big set of white-water rapids, been bitten by an angry snake in a jungle, had a close escapewith a big mountain rockfall, narrowly avoided being eaten by a huge croc in the Australian swamps, and had to cut away from my main parachute and come down on my reserve, some five thousand feet above the Arctic plateau. When did all this craziness become my world? It's as if - almost accidentally - this madness had become my life. And don't get me wrong - I love it all. The game, though, now, is to hang on to that life. Every day is the most wonderful of blessings, and a gift that I never, ever take for granted. Oh, and as for the scars, broken bones, aching limbs and sore back? I consider them just gentle reminders that life is precious - and that maybe, just maybe, I am more fragile than I dare to admit.

I'm going to be a fairy.” Sarah announced, studying her file. "What a surprise.” Nicole mumbled, closing the door.