I first noticed how the sound of water is like the talk of human voices, and would sometimes wake in the night and listen, thinking that a crowd of people were coming through the woods.
Freya StarkAll the feeling which my father could not put into words was in his hand-any dog, child or horse would recognize the kindness of it.
Freya Stark... freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.
Freya StarkI have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all.
Freya Stark