Josh Gates Quotes

Travel does not exist without home....If we never return to the place we started, we would just be wandering, lost. Home is a reflecting surface, a place to measure our growth and enrich us after being infused with the outside world.

If travel has momentum and wants to stay in motion, as I mentioned earlier, then adventure has the gravitational pull of a black hole. The more you do it, the more you find a way to keep doing it.

Adventrue rewrites the routine of our lives and wakes us sharply from the comforts of the familiar. It allows us to see how vast the expanse of our experience. Our ability to grow is no longer linear but becomes unrestricted to any direction we wish to run.

The true secret to seeking the unknown is in the looking, not the finding. The journey is what matters.

The magnificent thing about her [Amelia Earhart] is, in the eyes of the world, she simply never died. Her fear never witnessed, her failure never recorded, her shiny twin-engine Electra never recovered. Earhart's legacy of inspiration is amplified because her adventure is perpetual. We don't think of her as dead; we think of her as missing. She is forever flying, somewhere beyond Lae, over that limitless blue horizon.

What i took away from witnessing the broken climbers in Moshi was this: *Everything is easy until it isn't.*

When traveling in rural Africa, it's important to not actually *go* to a hospital until the patient is on the brink of expiration, otherwise things are apt to get worse.

We cannot bear for our most mysterious experiences to remain unexplained. I've therefore learned...that every story has worth, since a person takes the time to tell it. The key is to listen.

Beyond customs and norms and wildly variant beliefs, we all generally laugh, cry, and make our way along the dusty road of life in pretty much the same way.

They're both a bit cavalier about the whole thing at first; more than anything, they seem to think that it's going to be a lot of fun. Which it is, of course, but mostly in the way a plane crash is fun to reminisce about after you survive it.

As travelers, it is our responsibility to adapt, otherwise we miss the whole point: the opportunity to gain a new perspective.

When we can stand in the solitary presence of something magnificent, the obligation of sharing the experience evaporates, and we are free to truly be a part of it.

Travel does not exist without home. They are inseparably married. If we never return to the place we started, we would just be wandering, lost. Home is a reflecting surface, a place to measure our growth and enrich us after being infused with the outside world. More than anything, though, it's a safe haven.

I've seen some things I can't explain and...I've done things I can't quite explain.

Where can one buy a lit of that *Right Stuff* bravado required to shrug off the fact that your airplane is now a convertible?

This isn't my last brush with catastrophe while making Destination Truth. Rather, it's merely the opening act in a cabaret of close calls, all in the name of exploration. I'm not saying that making D.T. is dangerous; it's not, per se. It's just that when you go out of your way to find adventure, sometimes adventure bites you on the ass. The key is figuring out how to walk away in one piece.

Nothing like that warm and fuzzy Soviet architecture ... Pretty much as close to the Klingon home world as you're gonna get.

Chernobyl haunts us with the reminder that all of man’s ambitions are ephemeral. Our grandest designs and sturdiest monuments,

I can't explain some of the things I've seen and...I've done some things I can't explain.

Gavin turned us to face Josh, a satisfied grin springing up when he noticed the condition of Josh’s clothes. “Thanks for the last-minute invitation, man.” Josh chuckled, patting Gavin on the shoulder. “Shall I do the honors, Mr. Suave?” “Sure thing, Frodo Baggins. By the way, I hear the Shire has impeccable dinner parties this time of year.” The corners of Gavin’s lips twitched and his eyebrows shot up as he gestured to a food stain of some sort near the collar of Josh’s white shirt. Josh’s chin shot down to follow Gavin’s amusement and he quickly tried to wipe away the crumbs. “Yeah, well … you know how we hobbits like to eat.

The first rule of any technology used in a business is that automation applied to an efficient operation will magnify the efficiency. The second is that automation applied to an inefficient operation will magnify the inefficiency. —BILL GATES,

Seeing the world is a prerequisite to understanding one’s place in it.

In flight...entire days can be wound back or skipped over...as we exist merely in a world of vapor. Adventures are both beginning and coming to a close up here as people from opposite ends of experience paradoxically move in one direction.

Chernobyl haunts us with the reminder that all of man’s ambitions are ephemeral. Our grandest designs and sturdiest monuments, fleeting. Waves of exhausting sadness came over me at Chernobyl. It’s the side effects of exposure, not to radiation but to deafening silence. It forces us to face an uncomfortable truth: that we are all simply ghosts in waiting.

Testament prophet.39 However, what was this prophet doing? Why was he encouraging Israelites to be baptized in the Jordan River? The answer to these questions comes from John’s actions as well as from his words concerning his ministry. First, John appeared “baptizing in the wilderness and preaching a baptism of repentance for the remission of sins. Then all the land of Judea, and those from Jerusalem, went out to him and were all baptized by him in the Jordan River” (Mark 1:4–5). There are two issues that merit attention: the significance of the Jordan River and the repentance of sins. The geographical location of John’s baptismal ministry is key. John could have chosen a number of places to perform his baptizing ministry, but he chose the Jordan, which was the gate to the Promised Land and the place where Israel re-enacted the Red Sea crossing. When the feet of the Levites touched the waters of the Jordan, the waters stopped flowing and the Israelites crossed the river on dry ground (Josh. 3:11–17). Just as the Holy Spirit in the glory cloud led Israel through the Red Sea, the ark of the Lord led Israel through the Jordan on dry ground to the Land of Promise. The connection between the two events is manifest in the word play in both narratives. The priests, for example, stood on dry ground (בחרבה) (Josh. 3:17), just as Moses turned the sea into dry land (לחרבה) (Ex. 14:21).40 Likewise, the waters of the Jordan “stood still, and rose in a heap” (קמו נד אחד) (Josh. 3:16), just as the waters of the Red Sea “stood upright like a heap” (נצבו כמו נד) (Ex. 15:8; cf. Ps. 78:13).41 Given these parallels between the Red Sea and Jordan River crossings, it seems that John’s activity in the Jordan was connected not only to the idea of a cleansing ritual, but also to the redemptive-historical significance of the Jordan. The connections between the Red Sea, the Jordan River, and John’s

The last time he had seen Blaine, he was going in search of Sandra, the woman who had helped Josh and Gaby escape from Folger. He remembered Sandra—tall, beautiful, and hell on wheels when the chips were down.

Will wasn’t surprised to see Josh and Gaby sticking close together. Kids in love in the apocalypse, he thought with a slight smile. That would make a great title for a book. Or maybe a TV show. Something on the CW, of course.

Josh stopped in his tracks and didn’t move. He was in the middle of the street, and instinctively glanced left and right before realizing, Oh, right, no traffic.

Josh was irresistibly drawn to the Tower, about half a football field from the back of the hotel, perched on the eastern cliff. He stood next to the concrete base of the thick, conical structure, craning his neck to look up at the unfinished glass housing at the top. It was high up, and his neck hurt trying to take in the entire sight. Josh pulled open the thick wooden door to the Tower. It was a lot heavier than it looked. Or maybe he just needed to work out more. Probably a little of both.

They walked up the path through the woods, their soft shoes tapping against the stones. They could hear birds fluttering in the air and the wind rustling through the trees around them. Josh hadn’t realized how much he had missed nature until now.

After seeing the fourth fish lose its head, then watching its headless corpse quivering on the cutting board, Josh hurried off. He thought he might have heard Al chuckling behind him as he fled the hotel’s kitchen.

Josh wondered if he would have stuck himself into a cocoon like Kyle if he were younger. He couldn’t blame the kid too much. He was probably like that at Kyle’s age, and he hadn’t had the end of the world to deal with.

Still, better safe than sorry, right?” “The Tower. It’s the strongest building on the island. Of course, you’ll have to fight Tom for it. He spends most of his nights there.” Tom grinned. “Everyone’s welcome to join me in the Tower. We can have a sleepover and sing songs. Ladies? Any takers?” “Only if I can take my gun,” Carly said. Everyone laughed…except Josh. He watched Tom closely. It’s a front. The man’s got two faces. This is his public face. The one I saw back in the Tower this afternoon was the real Tom.

Josh and Gaby took their share of the dinner plates into the kitchen. Gaby looked a little wobbly, and at one point he grabbed her arm to keep her from toppling over. “Hey, there, Humpty Dumpty,” he said. She smiled back at him, and he saw mischief glinting in her eyes. “I’ve never drunk wine before, but I think I really like it.” “Great, you’re becoming an alky at the end of the world.” “What better time?” “Just remember, we don’t have AA anymore.

Tom disturbed Josh, in more ways than one. He was always showing up where you least expected him, like a bogeyman in a horror movie. And Josh still couldn’t shake that conversation in the Tower.

Josh dreamt of walks in the park, marrying Gaby, having kids (two or three—that part of the dream was a bit murky) and opening a computer repair shop, of all things. He didn’t even like computers that much.

Josh, there are bloodsucking creatures that come out at night. If those things can exist, why not God?” “I don’t know,” Josh said. The kid was struggling to express himself. “I just don’t think the existence of one necessarily proves the other. Okay, I believe in bloodsucking monsters, or ghouls, or whatever you want to call them, but that’s because I’ve seen them. Show me something God has done, and I’ll believe in him, too.” Gaby looked exasperated. “Whatever. You’re all crazy. You can’t see what’s right in front of you. I know there’s a God, and he’s looking out for us. He gave Will and Danny those silver crosses.

You need a new phone?” Josh asked. “God, I used to text so much. I miss texting. Don’t you?” “Not really. I miss the Internet.” She smirked. “You miss Internet porn, you mean.

Lara said you and Danny were Army Rangers,” Josh said. “That’s right.” “You guys were in Afghanistan.” “We were.” “What’s the difference between this war zone and that one?

How did you make this?” “It’s bread, Josh, not gold from wine,” Carly said, amused. “All you need is dough and fire. We have both. Well, we had both. Kind of short on the dough part at the moment.

As someone who had spent his fair share of time learning to escape bullies, Josh appreciated size in his friends.

After a long life, and a tumultuous presidency, Donald J Trump dies and arrives at the Gates of Heaven, where he sees a huge wall of clocks behind him. He asks an angel, "What are all those clocks?" The angel answers, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie the hands on your clock will move." "Oh," says Trump, "whose clock is that?" "That's Washington's clock. The hands have never moved, indicating that he never told a lie." "Tremendous" says Trump. "And whose clock is that one?" The angel responds, "That's Abraham Lincoln's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Abe told only two lies in his entire life." "So, where's my clock?" Asks Trump "Oh, your clock is in God's office. He's using it as a ceiling fan.

friendship with Christian researcher and author, Josh Peck. Josh’s book, Quantum Creation,

I've therefore learned, above all, that every story has worth, since a person takes the time to tell it. The key is to listen.

Chernobyl haunts us with the reminder that all of man’s ambitions are ephemeral. Our grandest designs and sturdiest monuments, fleeting. Waves of exhausting sadness came over me at Chernobyl. It’s the side effects of exposure, not to radiation but to deafening silence. It forces us to face an uncomfortable truth: that

We work in a broad assortment of settings like where quality fencing and fencing installation are required. Most ornamental steel fence repairs can be done on site but many ornate entry gate has to be brought to our fabrication facility to be properly repaired. Updating every aspect of your garden to match your new fencing is recommended, as new fence panels frequently draw attention to the older worn out areas of your outdoor area if it is not updated to a similar standard.

It’s just that when you go out of your way to find adventure, sometimes adventure tries to bite you on the ass. The key is figuring out how to walk away in one piece.

Never travel with people you aren’t willing to depend on. Remember that.

And so I would like to humbly offer a little basic travel etiquette (and a tip or two on how to not be an international douchebag).