Jane Wilson-Howarth Quotes

GPs are almost the only doctors these days who understand all problems, can see the whole person…spend time with the dying…see things through to the end.

I think of the irony that in our language [Nepali] the word for love can also mean deceit.

The few certainties in our existences are pain, death and bereavement.

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.

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.

In Nepal, the quality of conversation is much more important than accuracy of the content. Maybe we get overexcited about information in England?

... how could Britain operate in India for 300 years and take so little back from it in terms of understanding?

Major Chhetri's pronouncement when we'd first arrived in Nepal came echoing back: "Things that start in the rain end well.

a Nepali outlook, pace and philosophy had prevented us being swamped by our problems. In Nepal it was easier to take life day by day.

To some, having children may seem as conducive to travelling as having your feet set in concrete.

getting angry and harbouring bitterness doesn’t help anybody, least of all the angry bitter person.

Travel experiences are emotionally loaded. Often there is excitement and stimulation. The tingle-factor though comes partly from the fact that we're stressed, just a little.

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.

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

A traveller with an open mind grows richer with each journey, with each encounter, with each conversation.

We'd incorporated Asia into our bones - its colours and laughter, its smells, its rhythms, its tolerance and patience, its compassion, its lack of ageism.

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.