“I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears
were 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.
Past years seem safe ones, vanquished ones,
while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance.”
Beryl Markham