The cowardly belief that a person must stay in one place is too reminiscent of the unquestioning resignation of animals, beasts of burden stupefied by servitude and yet always willing to accept the slipping on of the harness. There are… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
The way I see it, there is no greater spiritual beauty than fanaticism, of a sort so sincere it can only end in martyrdom. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
For those who know the value of and exquisite taste of solitary freedom (for one is only free when alone), the act of leaving… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
Oh if at every moment of our lives we could know the consequences of some of the utterings, thoughts and deeds that seem so… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
Civilization, that great fraud of our times, has promised man that by complicating his existence it would multiply his pleasures. ... Civilization has promised man freedom, at the cost of giving up everything dear to him, which it arrogantly treated as lies and fantasies. ... Hour by hour needs increase and are nearly always unsatisfied, peopling the earth with discontented… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share
We are, all of us, poor wretches, and those who prefer not to understand this are even worse off than the rest of us. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and… — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere. — Isabelle Eberhardt Copy Share Image
