Freya Stark was born in Paris, where her parents were studying art. Her mother, Flora, was an Italian of Polish/German descent; her father, Robert, an English painter from Devon.In her lifetime she was famous for her experiences in the Middle East, her writing and her cartography.
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There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do.
Curiosity is the one thing invincible in Nature.
Absence is one of the most useful ingredients of family life, and to dose it rightly is an art like any other.
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world.
Christmas... is not an external event at all, but a piece of one's home that one carries in one's heart.
I have met charming people, lots who would be charming if they hadn't got a complex about the British and everyone has pleasant and cheerful manners and I like most of the American voices. On the other hand I don't believe they have any God and their hats are frightful. On balance I prefer the Arabs.
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.
I do like people who have not yet made up their minds about everything, who in fact are still receiving
Most people, after accomplishing something, use it over and over again like a gramophone record till it cracks, forgetting that the past is just the stuff with which to make more future.
I do think we should be provided with a new body about the age of thirty or so when we have learnt to attend to it with consideration.
The tourist travels in his own atmosphere like a snail in his shell and stands, as it were, on his own perambulating doorstep to look at the continents of the world. But if you discard all this, and sally forth with a leisurely and blank mind, there is no knowing what may not happen to you.
The artist's business is to take sorrow when it comes.
The depth and capacity of his reception is the measure of his art; and when he turns his back on his own suffering, he denies the very laws of his being and closes the door on everything that can ever make him great.
Like a human being, the mountain is a composite creature, only to be known after many a view from many a different point, and repaying this loving study, if it is anything of a mountain at all, by a gradual revelation of personality, an increase of significance.
On the other hand, there is a certain advantage in traveling with someone who has a reputation for shooting rather than being shot: as Keram said, in a self-satisfied way, they might kill me, but they would know that, if I was with him, there would be unpleasantness afterwards.
I feel like a divorced wife once my book is published and has left me, and hate to be brought back into intimate contact!
You will, if you're wise and know the art of travel, let yourself go on the stream of the unknown and accept whatever comes in the spirit in which the gods may offer it.
The portion we see of human beings is very small: their formats and faces, voices and words.... beyond these, like an immense dark continent, lies all that has made them.
Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.
monotony is not to be worshipped as a virtue;
nor the marriage bed treated as a coffin for security rather than a couch from which to rise refreshed.
The unexpectedness of life, waiting round every corner, catches even wise women unawares (...) To avoid corners altogether is, after all, to refuse to live.
Solitude, I reflected, is the one deep necessity of the human spirit to which adequate recognition is never given in our codes. It is looked upon as a discipline or penance, but hardly ever as the indispensable, pleasant ingredient it is to ordinary life, and from this want of recognition come half our domestic troubles.
We were not for underestimating magic - a life-conductor like the sap between the tree-stem and the bark. We know that it keeps dullness out of religion and poetry. It is probable that without it we might die.
Generalizations, one is told, are dangerous.
So is life, for that matter, and it is built up on generalization - from the earliest effort of the adventurer who dared to eat a second berry because the first had not killed him.
Things good in themselves ... perfectly valid in the integrity of their origins, become fetters if they cannot alter.
It seems to me that the only thing for a pacifist to do is to find a substitute for war: mountains and seafaring are the only ones I know. But it must be something sufficiently serious not to be a game and sufficiently dangerous to exercise those virtues which otherwise get no chance.
Accuracy is the basis of style. Words dress our thoughts and should fit; and should fit not only in their utterances, but in their implications, their sequences, and their silences, just as in architecture the empty spaces are as important as those that are filled.
... it is a matter of civilizing everyone or not being civilized at all: the decay has always come from a partial civilization.
The slightest living thing answers a deeper need than all the works of man because it is transitory. It has an evanescence of life, or growth, or change: it passes, as we do, from one stage to the another, from darkness to darkness, into a distance where we, too, vanish out of sight. A work of art is static; and its value and its weakness lie in being so: but the tuft of grass and the clouds above it belong to our own travelling brotherhood.
every frontier is doomed to produce an opposition beyond it.
Nothing short of the universal can build the unfenced peace.
It is only the unexpected that ever makes a customs officer think.
It is better to be passionate than to be tolerant at the expense of one's soul.
One is so apt to think of people's affection as a fixed quantity, instead of a sort of moving so with the tide, always going out or coming in but still fundamentally there: and I believe this difficulty in making allowance for the tide is the reason for half the broken friendships.
The Persian's mind, like his illuminated manuscripts, does not deal in perspective: two thousand years, if he happens to know anything about them, are as exciting as the day before yesterday.
The perpetual charm of Arabia is that the traveler finds his level there simply as a human being; the people's directness, deadly to the sentimental or pedantic, likes the less complicated virtues.
Every victory of man over man has in itself a taste of defeat.
... There is no essential difference between the various human groups, creatures whose bones and brains and members are the same; and every damage we do there is a form of mutilation, as if the fingers of the left hand were to be cut off by the right.
The camel carries on his dreary circular task with his usual slow and pompous step and head poised superciliously, as if it were a ritual affair above the comprehension of the vulgar; and no doubt he comforts himself for the dullness of life by a sense of virtue, like many other formalists beside him.
I have long come to believe that, more than any other destruction, our word-recklessness is endangering the future of us all.
The art of advertising - untruthfulness combined with repetition.
The greatest of mythologies divided its gods into creators, preservers and destroyers. Tidiness obviously belongs to the second category, which mitigates the terrific impact of the other two.
Manners are like zero in arithmetic. They may not be much in themselves, but they are capable of adding a great deal of value to everything else.
From love one can only escape at the price of life itself;
and no lessening of sorrow is worth exile from that stream of all things human and divine.
I think that the worst unpleasantness of age is not its final fact .
.. but the tediousness of preparation, the accumulating number of defeats.
This is a great moment, when you see, however distant, the goal of your wandering. The thing which has been living in your imagination suddenly become part of the tangible world. It matters not how many ranges, rivers or parching dusty ways may lie between you; it is yours now for ever.
Revolution is man's normal activity, and if he is wise he will grade it slowly so that it may be almost imperceptible - otherwise it will jerk in fits and starts and cause discomfort.
... freshness trembles beneath the surface of Everyday, a joy perpetual to all who catch its opal lights beneath the dust of habit.
To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the most pleasant sensations in the world. You are surrounded by adventure.
One can only really travel if one lets oneself go and takes what every place brings without trying to turn it into a healthy private pattern of one's own and I suppose that is the difference between travel and tourism.
One life is an absurdly small allowance.
Who dares to be intellectual in the presence of death?
Words are the only arteries of thought our poor human body possesses.
it is a lean employment of time to brood on what might have happened along some other turning.