Judith Lindbergh > Quotes

“Then I turned on my mount, very slowly beneath the sun’s hot glare before all the gaping crowd, but it did not burn. In the searing heat and dust and thirst, I felt refreshed. Mended. It was then I understood that this was Timor’s gift — his strength. And Kara Kam’s wisdom. And Marjan’s love. And finally, my own forgiveness. So many cold base metals finely smelted in a keen, hot forge. Now I held them in my hand, made stronger for their amalgamation; and I would wield them like a knife — a carver’s blade carefully crafted for small, fine work, to make something beautiful and useful.”
― Judith Lindbergh, Akmaral