“... how could Britain operate in India for 300 years and take so little back from it in terms of understanding?”
Jane Wilson-Howarth“when the press and problems of humanity become too much, I love to escape into books, where people are served up in digestible portions and can be pushed to one side when one is satiated.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth“On life’s journey, every person met, every place, every new word, language, scent & sound changes the traveller a little: forms who they are and whom they become”
Jane Wilson-Howarth“A traveller with an open mind grows richer with each journey, with each encounter, with each conversation.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth“I reckon that blaming people fixes nothing. You're the only person who is going to sort you out. No-one else really can - or really cares, enough. That's what Nepalis know - better than anyone. That's our Western disease. Don't take responsibility. Take on a lawyer!”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters“... how could Britain operate in India for 300 years and take so little back from it in terms of understanding?”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters“I wished I could paint this ineffable beauty but I had never been artistic. I hadn’t even packed a camera, and my phone was out of charge. It didn’t matter. I just breathed in the feeling, savouring it. Suddenly I knew that I’d enjoy many more moving moments and visions of beauty, and that they’d sustain me for the rest of my life.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters“no-one would want to go through a traumatic experience but when you’ve survived something life-shattering and risen above it, you achieve a kind of serenity.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters“getting angry and harbouring bitterness doesn’t help anybody, least of all the angry bitter person.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters“The mountains were so wild and so stark and so very beautiful that I wanted to cry. I breathed in another wonderful moment to keep safe in my heart.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters“I was wrenched awake at the tail-end of a stifled scream. I fought my way up from a deep dark dream. The scream had been mine.”
Jane Wilson-Howarth, Snowfed Waters