Man and woman are two locked caskets, of which each contains the key to the other. Isak Dinesen More Quotes by Isak Dinesen More Quotes From Isak Dinesen I don't think... one get a flash of happiness once, and never again; it is there deep within you. Isak Dinesen deep-within flash thinking Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does. Isak Dinesen tales silence doe God made the world, My Lord, and looked at it, and saw that it was good. Yes. But what if the world had looked back at him, to see whether he was good or not? Isak Dinesen what-if saws world My love was both humble and audacious, like that of a page for his lady. Isak Dinesen audacious pages humble I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the North, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold. Isak Dinesen running morning book Tragedy should remain the right of human beings, subject, in their conditions or in their own nature, to the dire law of necessity. To them it is salvation and beatification. Isak Dinesen salvation tragedy law Human talk is a centrifugal function, ever in flight outwards from what is on the talker's mind. Isak Dinesen function flight mind Real art must always involve some witchcraft. Isak Dinesen witchcraft real art It is impossible that a town will not play a part in your life, it does not even make much difference whether you have more good or bad things to say of it, it draws your mind to it, by a mental law of gravitation. Isak Dinesen differences law play Where a pack of monkeys had traveled over the road, the smell of them lingered for a long time in the air, a dry and stale, mousy smell. Isak Dinesen smell air long I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be whirled away with the dusk on the farm-roads, or the smoke on the plain. I begun in the evenings to write stories, fairy-tales, and romances, that would take my mind a long way off, to other countries and times. Isak Dinesen self writing country For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide. Isak Dinesen suicide dream people Of all the idiots I have met in my life, and the Lord knows they have not been few or little, I think that I have been the biggest. Isak Dinesen idiot littles thinking It is often the case with a new idea that when it comes knocking on society's door with modesty and the best premises for its existence, there is a tremendous outcry from inside. Isak Dinesen modesty doors ideas There are times of great beauty on a coffee farm. When the plantation flowered in the beginning of the rains, it was a radiant sight, like a cloud of chalk, in the mist of the drizzling rain. Isak Dinesen coffee rain clouds We must leave our mark on life while we have it in our power. Isak Dinesen mark All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story. Isak Dinesen telling-stories sorrow writing It is little silly to be a caricature of something of which you know very little, and which means very little to you, but to be your own caricature — that is the true carnival! Isak Dinesen silly littles mean In the Ngong Forest I have also seen, on a narrow path through thick growth, in the middle of a very hot day, the Giant Forest Hog, a rare person to meet. Isak Dinesen rare-person growth hot I do not see eye to eye with the camera. Isak Dinesen cameras eye
