About Ella Maillart:
Ella Maillart was a French-speaking Swiss adventurer, travel writer and photographer, as well as a sportswoman.
Humanity is made up of an infinity of different individuals. Each of us travels for motives exclusively his own.
I can see now that a concept or even a feeling makes no sense unless out of our substance we spin around it a web of references, of relationships, of values.
I did not want to be depressed by the gap existing between my weakness and my ambition.
I had to live in the desert before I could understand the full value of grass in a green ditch.
I wanted to learn a few foreign languages, and therefore I had to go abroad.
It is always our own self that we find at the end of the journey. The sooner we face that self, the better.
One of the main points about travelling is to develop in us a feeling of solidarity, of that oneness without which no better world is possible.
The sooner we learn to be jointly responsible, the easier the sailing will be.
The state of minds vary according to the angle under which one examines them.
The true traveller is the one urged to move about for physical, aesthetic, intellectual as well as spiritual reasons.
Those who appreciate the ways of simple tribes, where every activity is direct and immediately understandable, are able to live among them.
The benefits of the accomplished journey cannot be weighed in terms of perfect moments, but in terms of how this journey affects and changes our character.
We want to feel that this earth is all ours, like our parents' house when we were children.
When I crossed Asia with my friend Peter Fleming, we spoke to no one but each other during many months, and we covered exactly the same ground. Nevertheless my journey differed completely from his.
When I look at something, it is certain that for an instant I am one with what I see.
I am sure that instinctively we wish to be everything, to possess it-why cut the rose or marry the man, otherwise?
I refuse to imprison our acts in the rigid mould of sentences.
Only when one is able to grasp wideness can one possess it.
Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.
The wideness of the horizon has to be inside us, cannot be anywhere but inside us, otherwise what we speak about is geographic distances.