The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain.… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan... — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The curly red lines across the African deserts had the fascination of a magnet, and I hoped fervently that the pioneers who… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
“In real life, the big things and the little things are inextricably mixed up together, so in Libya at one moment, one… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
“We rode through a three-thousand-year-old country, saw the ruined capital of the Queen of Sheba and the underground red-rock city of Lalibela,… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls. — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
That is the charm of a map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. It has the magic of anticipation without the toil and sweat of realization. The greatest romance ever written pales before the possibilities of adventure that lie in the faint blue trails from sea to sea. The perfect journey is never finished,… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share
it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing. — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan... — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
The curly red lines across the African deserts had the fascination of a magnet, and I hoped fervently that the pioneers who were writing… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles.… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
“In real life, the big things and the little things are inextricably mixed up together, so in Libya at one moment, one worried because… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
“We rode through a three-thousand-year-old country, saw the ruined capital of the Queen of Sheba and the underground red-rock city of Lalibela, fraternized with… — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. — Rosita Forbes Copy Share Image
