A lovely horse is always an experience.... It is an emotional experience of the kind that is spoiled by words.— Beryl Markham
The most strong Beryl Markham quotes you will be delighted to read
If a man has any greatness in him, it comes to light, not in one flamboyant hour, but in the ledger of his daily work.
I have lifted my plane . . . for perhaps a thousand flights and I have never felt her wheels glide from the Earth into the air without knowing the uncertainty and the exhilaration of first-born adventure.
A word grows to a thought – a thought to an idea – an idea to an act.
The change is slow, and the Present is a sluggish traveler loafing in the path Tomorrow wants to take.
Harmony comes gradually to a pilot and his plane.
The wing does not want so much to fly true as to tug at the hands that guide it; the ship would rather hunt the wind than lay her nose to the horizon far ahead. She has a derelict quality in her character; she toys with freedom and hints at liberation, but yields her own desires gently.
Passed 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.
A map says to you. Read me carefully, follow me closely, doubt me not... I am the earth in the palm of your hand.
A man can be riddled with malaria for years on end, with its chills and its fevers and its nightmares, but if one day he sees that the water from his kidneys is black, he knows he will not leave that place again, wherever he is, or wherever he hoped to be.
But the soul of Africa, its integrity, the slow inexorable pulse of its life, is its own and of such singular rhythm that no outsider, unless steeped from childhood in its endless, even beat, can ever hope to experience it, except only as a bystander might experience a Masai war dance knowing nothing of its music nor the meaning of its steps.
I suppose if there were a part of the world in which mastodon still lived, somebody would design a new gun, and men, in their eternal impudence, would hunt mastodon as they now hunt elephant. Impudence seems to be the word. At least David and Goliath were of the same species, but, to an elephant, a man can only be a midge with a deathly sting.
That's what makes death so hard--unsatisfied curiosity
One day the stars will be as familiar to each man as the landmarks, the curves, and the hills on the road that leads to his door, and one day that will be an airborne life.
The way to find a needle in a haystack is to sit down.
If your hunch proves a good one, you were inspired;
if it proves bad, you are guilty of yielding to thoughtless impulse.
The abhorrence of loneliness is as natural as wanting to live at all.
Memory is a drug. Memory can hold you against your strength and against your will.
Roots of the weed sucked first life from the genesis of earth and hold the essence of it still. Always the weed returns; the cultured plant retreats before it.
It is absurd for a man to kill an elephant.
It is not brutal, it is not heroic, and certainly it is not easy; it is just one of those preposterous things that men do like putting a dam across a great river, one tenth of whose volume could engulf the whole of mankind without disturbing the domestic life of a single catfish.
Silence is never so impenetrable as when the whisper of steel on paper strives to pierce it.
Success breeds confidence.
For all professional pilots there exists a kind of guild, without charter and without by-laws. it demands no requirements for inclusion save an understanding of the wind, the compass, the rudder, and fair fellowship.
No human pursuit achieves dignity unless it can be called work, and when you can experience a physical loneliness for the tools of your trade, you see that the other things - the experiments, the irrelevant vocations, the vanities you used to hold - were false to you.
I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesterdays are burried deep-leave it anyway except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can.
You can live a lifetime and at the end, know more about other people than you know about yourself.
There's an old adage, he said, translated from the ancient Coptic, that contains all the wisdom of the ages -- Life is life and fun is fun, but it's all so quiet when the goldfish die.
Africa is mystic; it is wild; it is a sweltering inferno; it is a photographer's paradise, a hunter's Valhalla, an escapist's Utopia. It is what you will, and it withstands all interpretations. It is the last vestige of a dead world or the cradle of a shiny new one. To a lot of people, as to myself, it is just 'home'. It is all these things but one thing - it is never dull.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing.
There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt.
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing
What a child does not know and does not want to know of race and color and class, he learns soon enough as he grows to see each man flipped inexorably into some predestined groove like a penny or a sovereign in a banker's rack.
Africa is less a wilderness than a repository of primary and fundamental values, and less a barbaric land than an unfamiliar voice
[The lion] began to contemplate me with a kind of quiet premeditation, like that of a slow-witted man fondling an unaccustomed thought.
there are many Africas.
I look at my yesterdays for months past, and find them as good a lot of yesterdays as anybody might want. I sit there in the firelight and see them all. The hours that made them were good, and so were the moments that made the hours. I have had responsibilities and work, dangers and pleasure, good friends, and a world without walls to live in.
To see ten thousand animals untamed and not branded with the symbols of human commerce is like scaling an unconquered mountain for the first time, or like finding a forest without roads or footpaths, or the blemish of an axe. You know then what you had always been told -- that the world once lived and grew without adding machines and newsprint and brick-walled streets and the tyranny of clocks.
In Africa people learn to serve each other.
They live on credit balances of little favors that they give and may, one day, ask to have returned.
There are as many Africas as there are books about Africa.
Who thinks it just to be judged by a single error?
After that, work and hope. But never hope more than you work
A life has to move or it stagnates. Even this life, I think. Every tomorrow ought not to resemble every yesterday.
I learned what every dreaming child needs to know, that no horizon is so far you cannot get above it or beyond it.
The world grows bigger as the light leaves it.
There are no boundaries and no landmarks. The trees and the rocks and the anthills begin to disappear, one by one, whisked away under the magical cloak of evening.
We fly, but we have not 'conquered' the air.
Nature presides in all her dignity, permitting us the study and the use of such of her forces as we may understand. It is when we presume to intimacy, having been granted only tolerance, that the harsh stick fall across our impudent knuckles and we rub the pain, staring upward, startled by our ignorance.
Success feeds confidence.
Life had a different shape; it had new branches and some of the old branches were dead.
Talk lives in a man’s head, but sometimes it is very lonely because in the heads of many men there is nothing to keep it company - and so talk goes out through the lips.
Denys (Finch-Hatton) has been written about before and he will be written about again. If someone has not already said it, someone will say that he was a great man who never achieved greatness, and this will not only be trite, but wrong; he was a great man who never achieved arrogance.
I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.
all the science of flying has been captured in the breadth of an instrument board, but not the religion of it.
the sun is as dispassionate as the hand of a man who greets you with his mind on other things.
In view of this and other things, I demand forgiveness for being so obviously impressed with my own parents.