Quotes for Events - Taking the Plunge

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Quotes for taking the plunge. Life is an adventure; mark it with the right words.

Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.

What is there that confers the noblest delight? What is that which swells a man's breast with pride above that which any other experience can bring to him? Discovery! To know that you are walking where none others have walked; that you are beholding what human eye has not seen before; that you are breathing a virgin atmosphere. To give birth to an idea, to discover a great thought -- an intellectual nugget, right under the dust of a field that many a brain-plough had gone over before. To find a new planet, to invent a new hinge, to find a way to make the lightning carry your messages. To be the first -- that is the idea.
The test of an adventure is that when you're in the middle of it, you say to yourself, 'Oh, now I've got myself into an awful mess; I wish I were sitting quietly at home.' And the sign that something's wrong with you is when you sit quietly at home wishing you were out having lots of adventure.
We shall not cease from exploration and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started... and know the place for the first time.
If a man knew anything, he would sit in a corner and be modest; but he is such an ignorant peacock, that he goes bustling up and down, and hits on extraordinary discoveries.
The man who insists upon seeing with perfect clearness before he decides, never decides. Accept life, and you must accept regret.
Perhaps a modern society can remain stable only by eliminating adolescence, by giving its young, from the age of ten, the skills, responsibilities, and rewards of grownups, and opportunities for action in all spheres of life. Adolescence should be a time of useful action, while book learning and scholarship should be a preoccupation of adults.
Mistakes are, after all, the foundations of truth, and if a man does not know what a thing is, it is at least an increase in knowledge if he knows what it is not.
The man with a new idea is a crank until the idea succeeds.
When action grows unprofitable, gather information; when information grows unprofitable, sleep.
Undermining experience, embellishing experience, rearranging and enlarging experience into a species of mythology.
One of the marks of a truly vigorous society is the ability to dispense with passion as a midwife of action --the ability to pass directly from thought to action.
Life on board a pleasure steamer violates every moral and physical condition of healthy life except fresh air. It is a guzzling, lounging, gambling, dog's life. The only alternative to excitement is irritability.
Writing and travel broaden your ass if not your mind and I like to write standing up.
I am not much an advocate for traveling, and I observe that men run away to other countries because they are not good in their own, and run back to their own because they pass for nothing in the new places. For the most part, only the light characters travel. Who are you that have no task to keep you at home?
Of all follies there is none greater than wanting to make the world a better place.
I saw that all beings are fated to happiness: action is not life, but a way of wasting some force, an enervation. Morality is the weakness of the brain.
I find that the great thing in this world is not so much where we stand as in what direction we are moving: To reach the port of heaven, we must sail sometimes with the wind and sometimes against it—but we must sail, and not drift, nor lie at anchor.
I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me that they are wonderful things for other people to go on.
There are no signposts in the sky to show a man has passed that way before. There are no channels marked. The flier breaks each second into new uncharted seas.
Action is at bottom a swinging and flailing of the arms to regain one's balance and keep afloat.
It’s but a little good you’ll do a-watering the last year’s crop.
She had spent the golden time in grudging its going.
The only one who makes no mistakes is one who never does anything!
The fabric of my faithful love / No power shall dim or ravel / Whilst I stay here—but oh, my dear, / If I should ever travel!
But we are not known for our ability to follow through on our unearned discoveries. We are top-of-the-water adventurers, who limit our opinions of the icebergs to what we can see.
In my writing I am acting as a map maker, an explorer of psychic areas … a cosmonaut of inner space, and I see no point in exploring areas that have already been thoroughly surveyed.
I tasted—careless—then— / I did not know the Wine / Came once a World—Did you?
… men seldom risk their lives where an escape is without hope of recompense.
If we didn’t live venturously, plucking the wild goat by the beard, and trembling over precipices, we should never be depressed, I’ve no doubt; but already should be faded, fatalistic and aged.
To meditate is to labour; to think is to act.
Man can do as he will, but not will as he will.
Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.
An ounce of performance is worth pounds of promises.
No, Ernest, don’t talk about action … It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.
A Deed knocks first at Thought / And then—it knocks at Will— / That is the manufacturing spot.
The biggest sin is sitting on your ass.
The ancestor of every action is a thought.
Commit actions and the ideas will follow.
I intend to do everything that frightens me.
The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one.
New York is full of people on this kind of leave of absence, of people with a feeling for the tangential adventure, the risk adventure, the interlude that’s not likely to end in any double-ring ceremony.
He had never outgrown the feeling that a quest for information was a series of maneuvers in a game of espionage.
I love walking my feet off. Gimme a map and a box of Band-Aids and I’m all set!
To stroll is a science, it is the gastronomy of the eye. To walk is to vegetate, to stroll is to live ….
Never confuse movement with action.
Know ye not, each thing we prize / Does from small beginnings rise?
So I never lose an opportunity of urging a practical beginning, however small, for it is wonderful how often in such matters the mustard-seed germinates and roots itself.
The greatest happiness is to transform one’s feelings into actions.
… inventiveness is childish, practice sublime.
Up and the world is your oyster! This time you can’t miss! Whack comes down the old shillaly and you’re down again bitin’ the dust! Can’t face it! Screeching into your pillow nights! Put back your smile in the morning, trampin’ to managers’ offices! Home again in the evenin’ ready to give up the ghost. Somebody come by, to tell you: “Go see Frohman nine-thirty sharp!” Luck’s turned, you’re on the trolley again! Curl up your ostrich feathers! Sponge off the train of your skirt! Because it’s all aboard tomorrow ….
But I don’t know how to fight. All I know how to do is stay alive.
Truly the suffering is great, here on earth. We blunder along, shredded by our mistakes, bludgeoned by our faults. Not having a clue where the dark path leads us. But on the whole, we stumble along bravely, don’t you think?
Traveling is a fool’s paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places.
I was a-trembling, because I’d got to decide, forever, betwixt two things, and I knowed it. I studied a minute, sort of holding my breath, and then says to myself, “All right, then, I’ll GO to hell.”
Life is risky. You can decide to live your life afraid of that happening, or you can decide to live your life the way Americans live their lives, which is unafraid. There’s no reason to have this increased fear.
Action limits us; whereas in the state of contemplation we are endlessly expansive.
“I admit that I have no fixed income like your friend, and I have no desire for it,” he said to Faye. “I like adventure. I don’t dare prophesy where my liking for adventure will lead.”
But once I had set out, I was already far on my way.
Is there ever any particular spot where one can put one’s finger and say, “It all began that day, at such a time and such a place, with such an incident.”
Imagining something is better than remembering something.
Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost, / But climb.