The world grows bigger as the light leaves it. There are no boundaries and no landmarks. The trees and the rocks and the anthills begin to disappear, one by one, whisked away under the magical cloak of evening.
BERYL MARKHAMThere are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing
More Beryl Markham Quotes
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That’s what makes death so hard–unsatisfied curiosity
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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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Success feeds confidence.
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The way to find a needle in a haystack is to sit down.
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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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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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A map says to you. Read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not… I am the earth in the palm of your hand.
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There are as many Africas as there are books about Africa.
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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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Success breeds confidence.
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Memory is a drug. Memory can hold you against your strength and against your will.
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I have lifted my plane . . . for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the Earth into the air without knowing the uncertainty and the exhilaration of first-born adventure.
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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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Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it.
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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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