The desert has a subtle and a cruel charm. She destroys while she enthralls. Rosita Forbes More Quotes by Rosita Forbes More Quotes From Rosita Forbes The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore. Rosita Forbes journeyriverstravel it is a curious fact that camels walk more quickly and straighter to the sound of singing. Rosita Forbes camelssingingsound It is true there is a scent in the desert, though there may be no flower or tree or blade of grass within miles. It is the essence of the untrodden, untarnished earth herself! Rosita Forbes floweressencetree That is the charm of a map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. It has the magic of anticipation without the toil and sweat of realization. The greatest romance ever written pales before the possibilities of adventure that lie in the faint blue trails from sea to sea. The perfect journey is never finished, the goal is always just across the next river, round the shoulder of the next mountain. There is always one more track to follow, one more mirage to explore. Achievement is the price which the wanderer pays for the right to venture. Rosita Forbes journeyadventurelying The curly red lines across the African deserts had the fascination of a magnet, and I hoped fervently that the pioneers who were writing their names over the blank spaces, would leave just one small desert for me. Rosita Forbes spacenameswriting That is the charm of the map. It represents the other side of the horizon where everything is possible. Rosita Forbes mapshorizonsides The laws all true wanderers obey are these: 'Thou shalt not eat nor drink more than thy share,' 'Thou shalt not lie about the places thou hast visited or the distances thou hast traversed. Rosita Forbes distancelyingtravel There were twelve dishes of lamb cooked in different rich sauces, with a monster bowl of strange oddments, which I imagine also belonged to the private life of a sheep, floating in rich gravy. Rosita Forbes monsterssheepfood the desert breeds reserve. It is so big that one's own plans and projects seem too little to be talked about. Also, there is so much time to say anything that one continually puts it off and ends by never saying it at all. Rosita Forbes desertsay-anythinglittles the camels had strayed far in search of scarce grass. When collected, they displayed a fiendish ingenuity in throwing their loads and tangling themselves up in every possible strap. Rosita Forbes camelsthrowinggrass The red sands of Marrakesh, sprawling at the foot of the Atlas like a wounded Leviathan. Rosita Forbes atlasfeettravel
