The abhorrence of loneliness is as natural as wanting to live at all. — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
You can live a lifetime and, at the end of it, know more about other people than you know about yourself. You learn to watch other people, but you never watch yourself because you strive against loneliness. If you read… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
I have lifted my plane . . . for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the Earth… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“(Quoting her friend Tom Black on an amateur hunter's injury:) "Lion, rifles -- and stupidity.” — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“The only disadvantage in surviving a dangerous experience lies in the fact that your story of it tends to be anticlimactic. You can never… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“All this, and discontent too! Otherwise, why am I sitting here dreaming of England? Why am I gazing at this campfire like a lost… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
We swung over the hills and over the town and back again, and I saw how a man can be master of a craft, and how a craft can be master of an element. I saw the alchemy of perspective reduce my world, and all my other life, to grains in a cup. I learned to watch, to put my… — Beryl Markham Copy Share
Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not… — Beryl Markham Copy Share
[The lion] began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought. — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
“From the time I arrived in British East Africa at the indifferent age of four and went through the barefoot stage of early youth hunting wild pig with the Nandi, later training racehorses for a living, and still later scouting Tanganyika and the waterless bush country between the Tana and Athi Rivers, by aeroplane, for elephant, I remained so happily… — Beryl Markham Copy Share
But, for a little while, this is the place for us -- a good place too--a place of good omen, a place of beginning… — Beryl Markham Copy Share Image
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. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence… — Beryl Markham Copy Share