Christmas, in fact, is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart: like a nursery story, its validity rests on exact repetition, so that it comes around every time as… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
The camel carries on his dreary circular task with his usual slow and pompous step and head poised superciliously, as if it were a ritual affair above the comprehension of the vulgar; and no doubt he comforts himself for the… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
I do think we should be provided with a new body about the age of thirty or so when we have learnt to attend… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
From love one can only escape at the price of life itself; and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
The unexpectedness of life, waiting round every corner, catches even wise women unawares (...) To avoid corners altogether is, after all, to refuse to live. — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
The past is our treasure. Its works, whether we know them or not, flourish in our lives with whatever strength they had. From it… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
On the other hand, there is a certain advantage in traveling with someone who has a reputation for shooting rather than being shot: as… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
If one were given a single window from which to look upon the changing Eastern world, it should face, I think, the road. — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
advertisement ... has brought our disregard for truth into the open without even a figleaf to cover it. — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
The Persian's mind, like his illuminated manuscripts, does not deal in perspective: two thousand years, if he happens to know anything about them, are… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
