Ravi Singh

“In the first hour of the new day, in the cold, strong wind that already reaches our native shores, yes, in this one moment of eternally returning regret I realise: what staggers us, over and over again, is the morning splendour of departure!”
― Annemarie Schwarzenbach, All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey

“Of all the names that linger in my memory after a long journey, this one is the dearest to me (Therapia). Perhaps because it sounds so Greek, blithe as a swelling paean to carefree days spent on lovely shores? Perhaps because it came at the beginning and now belongs to a long ago, glorified time-for the journey had just begun.”
― Annemarie Schwarzenbach, All the Roads Are Open: The Afghan Journey

“Sometimes I wonder why I write down all these memories. Would I want to give them to strangers to read?”
― Annemarie Schwarzenbach, Morte na Pérsia

“In the grand and changeful panorama of the Hindu Kush, I miss the young green, the gentle wind, the stirring song of spring. But we do not dictate our dreams, and I didn't dare look back at the receding snowy peaks as I turned onto the plains.”
― Annemarie Schwarzenbach