Adventure Stories Quotes

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“A smart person is not one that knows the answers, but one who knows where to find them...”
William Petersen, Underground

David A. Lottes
“I decided to write the book I wanted to read”
David A. Lottes, Ouabache

Mike L. Hopper
“Because deep down you know that someone needs to keep you out of trouble.”
Mike L. Hopper, Broken Point

Jules Verne
“Until I dicover the meaning of this sentence, I will neither eat nor sleep.
"My dear uncle-" I began.
"Nor you either," he added.”
Jules Verne, Journey to the Center of the Earth

Donna K. Childree
“I think I rescued myself.”
Donna K. Childree

Virginia McKevitt
“As for peace, it was never free and laws were made to be broken. Peacemaker or lawbreaker, someone, somewhere always paid the price no matter what side of the words they were on.”
Virginia McKevitt, The Hunted

Summer Lane
“There isn’t a Zen zone on this side of the planet that could calm me down.”
Summer Lane, State of Chaos

J.L. Bond
“My words shall open the portal to thee.
My words shall reveal for thy eyes to see.
My words shall forewarn what is yet to be.

To find the way you must follow your heart,
Any other path shall tear us apart.
From Eleventh Elementum”
J.L. Bond

Gina Greenlee
“Each of us has our definition of adventure: ending an unsatisfying
relationship, returning to school, parachute jumping or training for a
marathon. Go ahead. Get your thrill on.”
Gina Greenlee, Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road

“Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire.
No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire.
He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose.
His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose.”
J.Z. Bingham, Isle of Mystery: Eyes of The King

Patrick Carman
“The hardest thing to find is peace, though it lay in plain view”
Patrick Carman, Trackers

Donna K. Childree
“You understand. I don't know. I am not sure how I would feel in your shoes. My mother wanted me.”
Donna K. Childree

Chayada Welljaipet
“Oh no, princess. I would never carry out anything which could harm your being. This was just something I was told to say. I'm not sure what is planned, if, you go against their wishes. But, I'm sure you're smart and won't test them.”
Chayada Welljaipet, The Adventures of Luciana

“What is adventure?

Adventure offers every human being the ability to live ‘the’ moment of his or her most passionate idea, fantasy or pursuit. It may take form in the arts, acting, sports, travel or other creative endeavors. Once engaged, a person enjoys ‘satori’ or the perfect moment. That instant may last seconds or a lifetime. The key to adventure whether it be painting, dancing, sports or travel: throw yourself into it with rambunctious enthusiasm and zealous energy—which leads toward uncommon passion for living. By following that path, you will attract an amazing life that will imbue your spirit and fulfill your destiny as defined by you alone. In the end, you will savor the sweet taste of life pursuing goals that make you happy, rewarded and complete. As a bonus, you may share your life experiences with other bold and uncommon human beings that laugh at life, compare themselves with no one and enjoy a whale of a ride! Frosty Wooldridge from How to Live a Life of Adventure: The Art of Exploring the World”
Frosty Wooldridge, How to Live a Life of Adventure: The Art of Exploring the World

Chayada Welljaipet
“We should follow every supply that runs into the particular lake below, going upstream in terms of we can. When we do not find Drakes’ path, or even an additional, we should come back straight along,look yourself upward an additional way to obtain foods,and then do a similar for the next water for the south.”
Chayada Welljaipet, Hill's Adventure

Donna K. Childree
“Sits bits unhitch!”
Donna K. Childree, Broken Point

Leif Herrgesell
“Those that aspire to raise their head above the crowd are most likely to have it shot off.”
Leif Herrgesell

“Kat held her head high as she met the King's eye.
Her stare was bold, yet sweet, and it would not die.
Gansevort looked down into these dark, green pools.
And soon his tone softened as he bought her ruse.”
J.Z. Bingham, Gansevort: The King and His Court

Cameile Graham
“It takes a special reader to experience a special book, and allow the inspiration, inevitable in the process, to move him to action.”
Cameile Graham, Justin is a Special Eight

Darwun St. James
“That poor innocent snake was far more terrified of Nana then she ever was of the snake. Cricket could barely believe her eyes, but when that shotgun went off with a boom so did the snake. Up until yesterday, Cricket had never seen a snake fly!”
Darwun St James, CRICKET

Jo Deurbrouck
“We threw ourselves at that wild river every day and most days it tossed us all harmlessly skyward like well-loved children. After a while that does something to you.”
Jo Deurbrouck

M.K. McDaniel
“Chapter 8 - The Rescue Team: "Timbroke Hall was completely dark. A creaking shutter opened and closed to the rhythm of a howling, north wind. It bore a cold reminder of the harsh winter coming quickly this year. The children crept up the rock stairs to the familiar wooden doors at the front of the building. Ariana led them around the porch to a side door according to her, was never locked. The broken handle dangled loosely and offered free entrance. The team cautiously crossed the threshold of the old hall into pitch blackness. An owl hooted and the sound of large wings flapping reverberated around them. Camilla startled, cried out a fearful yelp causing everyone to jump. Hannah reflexively covered Camilla’s mouth until she was certain nothing more would slip out. “Quiet,” whispered Jess in an angry tone directed at Hannah. “It wasn’t me,” whispered Hannah pointing down at Camilla. “Sorry,” whispered Camilla apologetically.”
M.K. McDaniel, Nina Beana and the Owenroake Treasure Hunters

Lailah Gifty Akita
“The best adventures in life is in the present. Seize the present and make it great adventure.”
Lailah Gifty Akita

Darwun St. James
“In a near-by clearing, Cricket and How-Ya-Do came upon a ridiculously comical sight.
It was an extra-large hyper-manic bird yelling at the funniest looking Crawfish that she had ever seen. The Crawfish stood over a foot tall, which just does not happen, and he was wearing a light-blue beanie and gold chains around his neck.”
Darwun St James, CRICKET

“Courage sleeps within our heart waiting to be awoken.”
Wallace Kamens

Maria Campanaro
“Prologo
Mar delle Antille, 1670

Una bordata di dodici cannoni squarciò la murata di dritta del veliero francese, che avvampò con un frastuono d’inferno. Scaglie roventi e artiglieri in uniforme schizzarono verso l’alto, volute di fumo nero appestarono l’aria. La risposta, fulminea, sfondò il cassero della nave pirata, diverse palle raggiunsero vele e sartiame, scalfirono l’albero di mezzana e il trinchetto, che oscillarono pericolosamente, sbalzando gli uomini ancorati ai pennoni.
«Fuoco!» urlò in inglese una voce imperiosa.
Stavolta l’offensiva mirò più in alto, con una precisione che si fece micidiale. La fregata della flotta del Re Sole subì una scossa da poppa a prua mentre a uno a uno gli alberi, tranciati dalle palle incatenate, crollavano insieme a grovigli fiammeggianti di vele e cordami in mezzo al fuggi fuggi generale.
«Ci vengono addosso armati di parrucca, calze di seta, boria e poco altro.» Il capitano pirata sogghignò, beffardo, lo sguardo affascinato da tanto sfacelo, dal fuoco che stava correndo dai tronconi dell’albero maestro al fasciame lucido.
«Signore! Signore!» La voce del quartiermastro risuonò ansiosa e lui si girò, nel momento in cui qualcuno lo gettava a terra, finendogli tra le braccia con un gemito rauco. Un fiotto di sangue sprizzò sul lino purissimo della sua camicia.
«Padre…» farfugliò, terreo. Alzò gli occhi. Su una coffa avversa, uno dei pochi punti rimasti integri della nave francese, un archibugiere in livrea imbracciava ancora il moschetto fumante contro di loro… contro di lui. Fece per sparare di nuovo, ma cadde in acqua, centrato in pieno da una granata. La destrezza dei bombardieri della Lucky Chance era rinomata fino all’Atlantico e oltre.
«Padre…» ripeté il capitano, chino sul ferito, che respirava a fatica. Alcuni uomini gli si fecero attorno e, come lui, con la sua stessa impotenza, si avvidero che la situazione era senza via di scampo. «Non lasciatemi, signore,» supplicò, imperterrito. L’usuale caparbietà gli lampeggiò in faccia, alzò la testa e gridò: «Chiamate Fabien! Presto!» Subito dopo riportò l’attenzione sull’uomo a cui doveva tutto… tutto ciò che sapeva, tutto ciò che era. «Resistete, signore. Fabien vi curerà. Lui ci salva sempre. Salverà anche voi.»
Il ferito lo guardò con uno stentato sorriso e gli batté un colpetto affettuoso sulla mano, sillabando in affanno:
«Non stavolta, Julian. Non stavolta. Lo sai anche tu, ragazzo mio.»
(...)”
Maria Campanaro, Nessun porto nella nebbia

“A crowd began to gather round to watch the Heat begin.
They soon would learn which one would earn the famous Golden Fin!
The boards were tied to dolphin guides that pulled them like a sleigh
to what they called The Channel, every surfer's Dream Highway!”
J.Z. Bingham