68 Quotes About Action Adventure

Small Acts of Kindness are Priceless M.G. Wells

For the briefest of instants, a miles-wide hole appeared from the middle of the Earth to the top of the sky. The Moho rang like a tuning fork in harmonic response to the billion megaton impact. Seismic waves propagated in all directions, some dampening as normal, others amplified harmonically as Earth’s interior quivered like a bowl of pudding. Seismometers spiked wildly, their needles bouncing back and forth like pin-balls. A billion megatons exploded outward from the depths of the quivering Moho blasting a crater eighty-five miles in diameter and spewing billions of tons of superheated rock twelve hundred miles into space. In the blink of an eye the Earth grew a tail, as a mushroom cloud visible from Mars formed and spread, black as the Devil's eye. Raymond Dean White

You can keep your paper promisesand all your worldly treasures. But you cannot buy peace of mindor escape from the headstone garden. Lyrics from "Headstone Garden" by the Troubled Land Band at the Independence Day celebration 12 years after the impact that destroyed civilization. Raymond Dean White

None of us could choose our birth, but we could still chose our family, and only those who love you are your true family. Meg Xuemei X

Approach everything with a careful tongue. - Elder God from The Thousand Years War Angel Ramon Medina

Like the dark clouds above that promised rain but withheld it, her presence there was a lie. For in truth, this horrific slaughter had already damned the small race; their fate had already come and gone. S.J. Pow

Some truths are hard to swallow, so we share it within tales that most people will accept without being frightened by the truth hidden within. Larry Itejere

I don't have expensive tastes — just bloody ones.— Vampire Dragul Mangorian John Matsui

He had panicked. Tessier cursed his own stupidity. He should have remained in the column where he would have been protected. Instead, he saw an enemy coming for him like a revenant rising from a dark tomb, and had run first instead of thinking. Except this was no longer a French stronghold. The forts had all been captured and surrendered and the glorious revolutionary soldiers had been defeated. If the supply ships had made it through the blockade, Vaubois might still have been able to defend the city, but with no food, limited ammunition and disease rampant, defeat was inevitable. Tessier remembered the gut-wrenching escape from Fort Dominance where villagers spat at him and threw rocks. One man had brought out a pistol and the ball had slapped the air as it passed his face. Another man had chased him with an ancient boar spear and Tessier, exhausted from the fight, had jumped into the water. He had nearly drowned in that cold grey sea, only just managing to cling to a rock whilst the enemy searched the shoreline. The British warship was anchored outside the village, and although Tessier could see men on-board, no one had spotted him. Hours passed by. Then, when he considered it was clear, he swam ashore to hide in the malodorous marshland outside MÄ¡arr. His body shivered violently and his skin was blue and wrinkled like withered fruit, but in the night-dark light he lived. He had crept to a fishing boat, donned a salt-stained boat cloak and rowed out to Malta's monochrome coastline. He had somehow managed to escape capture by abandoning the boat to swim into the harbour. From there it had been easy to climb the city walls and to safety. He had written his account of the marines ambush, the fort’s surrender and his opinion of Chasse, to Vaubois. Tessier wanted Gamble cashiered and Vaubois promised to take his complaint to the senior British officer when he was in a position to. Weeks went past. Months. A burning hunger for revenge changed to a desire for provisions. And until today, Tessier reflected that he would never see Gamble again. Sunlight twinkled on the water, dazzling like a million diamonds scattered across its surface. Tessier loaded his pistol in the shadows where the air was still and cool. He had two of them, a knife and a sword, and, although starving and crippled with stomach cramps, he would fight as he had always done so: with everything he had. Unknown

I’ll find out who’s inside. Wait here and keep alert! ’ Hallam rasped. He skirted the main path to skulk towards one of the shuttered windows on the building’s eastern wall. There was a crack in the wood and he gently inched closer to peer inside. There was a hearth-fire with a pot bubbling away and a battered table made of a length of wood over two pieces of cut timber. A small ham hung from the rafters, away from the rats and mice. He couldn’t see anyone but there was a murmur of voices. Hallam leaned in even closer and a young boy with hair the colour of straw saw the movement to stare. It was Little Jim. Thank God, the child was safe. Snot hung from his nose and he was pale. Hallam put a finger to his lips, but the boy, not even four, did not understand, and just gaped innocently back. Movement near the window. A man wearing a blue jacket took up a stone bottle and wiped his long flowing moustache afterwards. His hair was shoulder-length, falling unruly over the red collar of his jacket. Tied around his neck was a filthy red neckerchief. A woman moaned and the man grinned with tobacco stained teeth at the sound. Laughter and French voices. The woman whimpered and Little Jim turned to watch unseen figures. His eyes glistened and his bottom lip dropped. The woman began to plead and Hallam instinctively growled. The Frenchman, hearing the noise, pushed the shutter open and the pistol’s cold muzzle pressed against his forehead. Hallam watched the man’s eyes narrow and then widen, before his mouth opened. Whatever he intended to shout was never heard, because the ball smashed through his skull to erupt in a bloody spray as it exited the back of the Frenchman’s head. There was a brief moment of silence. ‘28th! ’ Hallam shouted, as he stepped back against the wall. ‘Make ready! . Unknown

You're not safe with me." He cut me off, seeming to growl. "I don't want to be safe. I want to be with you. You can't do this alone. S.G. Holster

�“You swore this deal would be a safe little exchange. I didn�’t sign up for this�– Chinese mafia and Hashishins. I�’m an MD, not special ops.�” Kira Hardy in Dawn of a Dark Knight Zoe Forward

Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.~" Disarming (Reign of Blood #2) Alexia Purdy

Out of misery, comes unexpected joy. Milly Silver

Susie and Pippa clinked their glasses together. I followed suit, but my heart wasn't in it anymore. It had already left the building. Milly Silver

The waiter repeated, "The cocktails are from Mr Seadon. He asked me to tell you that he thought you'd enjoy them. They are called Secrets. Milly Silver

Somehow your heart still knows me. T.K. Naliaka

In Paris, everything was fixable for the right price. Peggy KopmanOwens

I play to win and if it looks like I've lost, its only because its not over yet. Kiera Dellacroix

Take it all, all of it! " Greg cried out. "These things here... I've been making them better, fixing them. It doesn't matter...they don't matter. I've been here before." He paused to try to collect himself. "It's my past, my present...these things--" He lifted a hand out to the objects around him. "These things are me." Now whispering, "Can't you see me? Dayna S. Rubin

The most amazing mechanism in the known universe is the human brain; it takes in information all the time then uses it, all of which is happening, of course, without human knowledge. Typical… Amanda Dubin

I used to think that when people fell in love, they just landed where they landed, and they had no choice in the matter afterward. And maybe that’s true of beginnings, but it’s not true of this, now. I fell in love with him. But I don’t just stay with him by default as if there’s no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me. Veronica Roth

To lovers of adventure and novelty, Africa displays a most ample field. James Rennell

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

You make velocity look good. Melissa Cutler

She resisted the urge to run, only prey ran [and] Niko had no intention on becoming prey Kayti Nika Raet

Come now, I was not about to let that thing eat you. Stacy Buck

No, not my spirit, just my ego, and my arms, and my chest, and my back, but luckily they are just bruised.” Squanto responded, “I fear you may not be so lucky. Stacy Buck

Life is a sewer and we are all but swimmers within it. Smart people do the backstroke. (In other words you gotta have a giggle.) Stephen B. Pearl

When it becomes acceptable to kill another man or woman, childhood dies.” whispered Laurence. “When it becomes acceptable to kill a child…humanity dies. Kipjo Kenyatta Ewers

I think best on two wheels Kenneth L. Decroo

My father and I used to watch a ton of old horror movies when I was growing up. ’The Creature from the Black Lagoon‘ was one of my father’s favorites and he was very excited for me to see the film. But after the movie was over, I told him that I was kind of bored. I said to him, ‘I’m sorry, Daddy, but I saw the zipper in the back of the monster’s costume. From that point on, I was really never scared at all. The point I’m trying to make is that I don’t believe someone intentionally tipped off the target. And I maintain that no one made some horrendous mistake, which I’m now trying to cover up. I believe what really happened with the operation was that our target ended up seeing the zipper. Orlo Kharms realized something around him wasn’t… real. And he was able to avoid the trap we had laid out for him. . Richard Finney

All I see is my father’s tax money being wasted on shooting satellite pictures of South America like you guys work for the Travel Channel.-- Todd Dooley (BLACK MARIAH - A Calling) Richard Finney

I’m now requesting you refrain from calling me this early in the morning, before I’ve had a chance to steel my defenses against hearing you utter the word ‘lizard.’”-- spoken by Dr. Jeri Asheer... to Chris Dixon. Richard Finney

I guess I should thank you for totally making my morning. It’s not every day a stranger notices my perspiration level.- Dr. Jeri Asher (BLACK MARIAH - A Calling) Richard Finney

She loves dogs. And in time, who knows, maybe she would even have ended up loving the type of dogs who eat other small dogs for lunch.-- Leslie McNeill Richard Finney

Blessed are you who sow. Every seed you so plant, will grow into bountiful crops for great harvest. Lailah Gifty Akita

I constantly reminded myself with the fact that the world isn't about what's fair, but how you cope with what is unfair. Hiro0911

That hurts my pride, Watson. It is a petty feeling, no doubt, but it hurts my pride. It becomes a personal matter with me now..."- Sherlock Holmes--The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes: The Five Orange Pips- Arthur Conan Doyle

If you like Girl with Dragon Tattoo and Vampires, this is for you! (Kathi Humphries (Design) on 'ORPHANS - Time is running out' by Ian Dewar) Kathi Humphries

She always had her eyes set on the light. But Sade couldn’t take his off of the darkness, because the second he did, it would devour him, and then her. Lucian Bane

I am so tired of begging your sorry ass, chasing your sorry ass down, tying your sorry ass up. ~ Mercy Lucian Bane

He was a self-righteous know-it-all who had the breath of a dung beetle, a gray ponytail he barely pulled together from the bozo ring of hair clinging to his balding, freckled dome, and loved to drink, of all things, tea. Usually it was some sickly sweet-smelling herbal crap that was made in the hippie wasteland of Boulder, Colorado. The box was festooned with the image of a happy, dancing bear in a field of multicolored flowers and the tea had some idiotic name like Tai Chai. After work one evening, I snatched the box of tea bags from the break room and changed the recipe. I wasn't really worried that any other employees would use one of the tea bags because NO ONE DRINKS FUCKING TEA AT WORK, especially not the totally useless, noncaffeinated fairy tears reserved for old maids to sip while they watch Murder, She Wrote in bed with their legion of cats. Shane Kuhn

Out of the military, out of the war, out of the only life they knew. Team Fear took the fall. Cindy Skaggs

Mick was always the right kind of dirty. Windblown, fresh off his bike, wrapped in tattoo and leather. Muscles all the hell over the place. The man was a serious piece of eye candy. Thinking about him losing the leather warmed the chill that had gripped her since the attack. Cindy Skaggs

Leather and tattoos, they were his cover, and she wondered what she’d find when she unwrapped him. Cindy Skaggs

In the moments between bullets, those in foxholes regain their vision. They get to count the dead, feel for holes. Pain creeps through a sluice of calm. Chris DiCroce

I was always taught to write the book you want to read. It's a philosophy I haven't wavered from since. E.A. De Graaf

It's a lot like the Wild West out here... just with tea shops instead of saloons. Wild West Sahara, that is. T.K. Naliaka

Though they were not familiar with the expression, to paraphrase the saying, when any country in the Sahel sneezes, the rest of the region catches pneumonia, the men there would have clicked their tongues and ruefully nodded their heads that 'woolayi' this was the truth. T.K. Naliaka

Huh. What a dope! Wait till Mom hears about this. He's so in trouble now. You know how crazy she gets about malaria. T.K. Naliaka

Piece of cake really — Enforcers, crazy psychopath dude with giant laser rail guns, throw in a few bounty hunters, a couple torture experts — sounds great, I really can’t wait can you?” Duv Jackson, Gunship J.J. Snow

A beautiful woman belongs to everyone but an ugly one is yours alone” -Gunny Chang, Gunship J.J. Snow

Outnumbered! Ya’ll are always the hell outnumbered! ” - Marek, Gunship J.J. Snow

Most people around here prefer undead drivers, so I never get a chance to make any money on steady contracts. T.K. Naliaka

She had to get used to her new name, The Drummer. Twelfth, and last in line, but on a good note, she had the most money, and more importantly, she was alive. Dayna S. Rubin

Pulling back, like a savage carnivore at its prey, it tore a large chunk of meat rendering his left arm useless...regardless he did not require it for long. Stacy Buck

I could see the bay in the distance and where the ship should have been. Instead we found a burnt mast protruding from the waves. Stacy Buck

You got what you deserved. Now be a man and confess to what most of us already know. Stacy Buck

Dreams are glimpses into life’s truths. Larry Itejere