the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.
Beryl MarkhamA map says to you. Read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not... I am the earth in the palm of your hand.
Beryl MarkhamPassed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance. The cloud clears as you enter it. I have learned this, but like everyone, I learned it late.
Beryl MarkhamBut, for a little while, this is the place for us -- a good place too--a place of good omen, a place of beginning things--and of ending things I never thought would end.
Beryl Markham