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.
―Beryl Markham, West with the Night
Reblogged this on synkroniciti and commented:
A fabulous oldie from Beryl Markham that fits our theme.