Quotes about Adventure
The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I'll certainly try to forget the fact.
— Oscar Wilde
Youth is the only thing worth having.
— Oscar Wilde
roads were made for journeys not destinations
— Confucius
Were there darker provinces of night he would have found them.
— Cormac McCarthy
He'd bivouacked on the north side of the town
— Cormac McCarthy
If I could plan my life I wouldnt want to live it.
— Cormac McCarthy
The boy stood up and got his broom and put it over his shoulder. He looked at his father. What are our long term goals? he said. What? Our long term goals. Where did you hear that? I dont know. No, where did you? You said it. When? A long time ago. What was the answer? I dont know. Well. I dont either. Come on. It's getting dark.
— Cormac McCarthy
Don't settle for a normal life. Not when you can enjoy the wonderful weirdness of being who God created you to be.
— Craig Groeschel
That's the place to get to—nowhere. One wants to wander away from the world's somewheres, into our own nowhere.
— DH Lawrence
But the act, called the sexual act, is not for the depositing of seed. It is for leaping off into the unknown, as from a cliff's edge, like Sappho into the sea.
— DH Lawrence
Was it just that? She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional flower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes's and no's! Like the straying of butterflies.
— DH Lawrence
Was it actually her destiny to go on weaving herself into his life all the rest of her life? Nothing else? Was it just that? She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional lower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word?
— DH Lawrence