Posts tagged ‘adventure’



To a man of genius they were interesting adventures; but to the dull perceptions of an ordinary individual they would have been stale, everyday occurrences.

Arthur Schopenhauer, The Wisdom of Life (1897)

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One doesn’t discover new lands without consenting to lose sight, for a very long time, of the shore.

André Gide, The Counterfeiters (1925)



He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt.

Joseph Heller, Catch-22 (1961)



It may be when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.

Wendell Berry, “Poetry and Marriage: The Use of Old Forms” (1982)


strong and content

Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing, / Done with indoor complaints, libraries, querulous criticisms, / Strong and content I travel the open road.

Walt Whitman, “Song of the Open Road” (1856)


a consummate ass

The gentle reader will never, never know what a consummate ass he can become, until he goes abroad.

Mark Twain, The Innocents Abroad (1869)


railway termini

Railway termini…are our gates to the glorious and the unknown. Through them we pass out into adventure and sunshine, to them, alas! we return.

E. M. Forster, Howard’s End (1910)


set foot

The whole object of travel is not to set foot on foreign land; it is at last to set foot on one’s own country as a foreign land.

G. K. Chesterton, “The Riddle of the Ivy,” Tremendous Trifles (1909).


ego v. the world

A part, a large part, of travelling is an engagement of the ego v. the world…The world is hydra headed, as old as the rocks and as changing as the sea, enmeshed inextricably in its ways. The ego wants to arrive at places safely and on time.

Sybille Bedford, “The Quality of Travel,” in Esquire (1961)


a man must travel

What should I have known or written had I been a quiet, mercantile politician or a lord in waiting? A man must travel, and turmoil, or there is no existence.

Lord Byron, letter to the poet Thomas Moore (1820)


high time

Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul…then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can.

Herman Melville, Moby Dick (1851)



Before it’s too late, without thinking too much about it first, pack a pillow and a blanket and see as much of the world as you can. You will not regret it. One day it will be too late.

Jhumpa Lahiri, The Namesake (2004)

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