2,981 Quotes About Adventure

Now I need to tell you all the information I desperately wanted to tell you last night at the party, but kept my mouth shut for Dad’s sake.”Miriam set her teacup on its coaster and folded her arms atop her desk to give Alex her full attention. “You went to NGC 55 and observed some Rasu.”“Some Rasu? Yes, I most definitely observed ‘some’ Rasu.”“And what did your observations tell you?”“That we should go back to Aurora.

As the Grateful Dead said, and writers' can attest to: Sometimes the light is shining on me, other times I can barely see; but lately, its occurred to me-What A Long Strange Trip Its Been.

That's no way to treat adventures. Never say no to adventures. Always say yes. Otherwise you'll lead a very dull life.

Kean shuddered. Reaching under the wire fence, he grabbed the bottle. The sleeve of his faded green T-shirt snagged on the end of a wire just as a feeling of being watched quivered down the back of his neck. He jerked the sleeve free, tearing a small hole in the fabric, and looked back over the neighbor’s yard. No one was watching, but he had an urge to get out of there – fast!

Goosebumps crept up the back of Kean’s neck. As he slowly turned to examine the room, he spotted the green mist up in the corner near the door. It wasn’t spreading around the room like a stench. “What are you doing to me? Open the bottle,” the voice pleaded.No one was in the room. “Who said that?” Kean blurted, then lifted his feet onto the bed and leaned over to see under the bed. “I did.” “Who? Where are you?” Kean’s knuckles turned white from gripping the bottle.

I can bear to tell you no more— only that they comforted each other aswell as they could, and, as you probably know from your own bitterexperience, that is never quite good enough.

Ashiana… has no one ever told you?” He reached out to tilt her chin up, his touch as gentle as his voice. “I am not teasing when I call you sundar. Your eyes are the color of ocean waves in the morning sun. Your skin is like the silk the Hindus call ‘the white of the clouds when the rain is spent.’ And the rest of you…” His voice deepened. “… is delicate and feminine and perfect.

Clearly you were never meant to be a harem girl at all,” he said lightly, running his thumb over the tattoo on her left arm. “You were meant to be a sea captain.

You might want to hold tight to the arms of the chair.” That was the last warning he offered before he bent his head…