While to live in the past and think of what was good and beautiful about it amounts to a sort of seasoning of the present, the perennial wait for tomorrow is bound to result in chronic discontent that poisons one's entire outlook.
Isabelle EberhardtThe savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.
Isabelle EberhardtA nomad I was even when I was very small and would stare at the road, that white spellbinding road headed straight for the unknown ... a nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.
Isabelle Eberhardt