Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words? — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
Good days are to be gathered like grapes, to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept for age to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he need trouble to wander no longer; 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
