You can live a lifetime and, at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.
BERYL MARKHAMEven beat, can ever hope to experience it, except only as a bystander might experience a Masai war dance knowing nothing of its music nor the meaning of its steps.
More Beryl Markham Quotes
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You can live a lifetime and at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself.
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She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, but yields her own desires gently.
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That’s what makes death so hard–unsatisfied curiosity
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Success feeds confidence.
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A map says to you, ‘Read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not.’ It says, ‘I am the earth in the palm of your hand. Without me, you are alone and lost.
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The abhorrence of loneliness is as natural as wanting to live at all.
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When you have flown halfway across a desert, you experience the desperation of a sleepless man waiting for dawn which only comes when the importance of its coming is lost.
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Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a photographer’s paradise, a hunter’s Valhalla, an escapist’s Utopia. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations.
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I learned what every dreaming child needs to know, that no horizon is so far you cannot get above it or beyond it.
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Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it.
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There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city.
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Even beat, can ever hope to experience it, except only as a bystander might experience a Masai war dance knowing nothing of its music nor the meaning of its steps.
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If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired; if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse.
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No human pursuit achieves dignity until it can be called work.
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One day the stars will be as familiar to each man as the landmarks, the curves, and the hills on the road that leads to his door, and one day that will be an airborne life.
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In the family of continents, Africa is the silent, the brooding sister, courted for centuries by knight-errant empires – rejecting them one by one and severally, because she is too sage and a little bored with the importunity of it all.
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Who thinks it just to be judged by a single error?
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We fly, but we have not ‘conquered’ the air. Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may understand.
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A lovely horse is always an experience…. It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words.
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In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.
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the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.
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The hours that made them were good, and so were the moments that made the hours. I have had responsibilities and work, dangers and pleasure, good friends, and a world without walls to live in.
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I know animals more gallant than the African warthog, but none more courageous. He is the peasant of the plains – the drab and dowdy digger in the earth.
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At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.
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To me, desert has the quality of darkness; none of the shapes you see in it are real or permanent. Like night, the desert is boundless, comfortless, and infinite. Like night, it intrigues the mind and leads it to futility.
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But the soul of Africa, its integrity, the slow inexorable pulse of its life, is its own and of such singular rhythm that no outsider, unless steeped from childhood in its endless.
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