There are, I sometimes think, only two sorts of people in this world - the settled and the nomad - and there… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this… — Freya Stark Copy Share Image
The monstrosity of bureaucracy, I thought: always the pint-pot judging the gallon, the scribe's, the door-keeper's world. Always the stupidity of people… — 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
