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The practice of love offers no place of safety. We risk loss, hurt, pain. We risk being acted upon by forces outside our control.

This is the world in which everyone is sensitised to risk but indifferent to fate.

It is irritating when someone talking to me,When she is not talking

Stop looking for the path of least resistance and start running down the path of greatest glory to God and good to others, because that's what Jesus, the Real Man, did.

Some adventures should never be repeated.

Emotion has its place, but it must not interfere with taking the appropriate action.

Perhaps one of the reasons I've avoided standing on the point toward the horizon is the second you stand up and point toward a horizon, you realize how much there is to lose.

What is this spirit in man that urges him forever to depart from happiness and security, to toil, to place himself in danger, even to risk a reasonable certainty of death? It dawned upon me up there in the moon as a thing I ought always to have known, that man is not made simply to go about being safe and comfortable and well fed and amused. Against his interest, against his happiness he is constantly being driven to do unreasonable things. Some force not himself impels him and go he must.

Adventure, opportunity and reward extend beyond our field of vision, and are made known to us only when we test our wings.

Why try to fit yourself into that same, tired mold when you could become something better?""Because it's safe," he said. "Don't we all want to feel safe?"Linley shrugged. "Not always. Sometimes I like to push the boundaries. I like seeing what I'm truly capable of."The both ducked down to miss a long, overhanging branch that skimmed across the jungle path. "But you could get hurt," Patrick said. "You could get yourself killed.""Isn't death the one risk of really living?

There is a difference between __ff-limits_ and those places you can visit without getting caught.

You never discover the unexpected if you always stick with the familiar

One has to abandon altogether the search for security, and reach out to the risk of living with both arms. One has to court doubt and darkness as the cost of knowing.

Acts of love, for me, are leaps of bravery.

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

So we shall let the reader answer this question for himself: who is the happier man, he who has braved the storm of life and lived or he who has stayed securely on shore and merely existed?

Take a wrong turn. Get lost in something you love.