The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.— Isak Dinesen
The most astonishing Isak Dinesen quotes that will activate your inner potential
You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future.
Difficult times have helped me to understand better than before, how infinitely rich and beautiful life is in every way, and that so many things that one goes worrying about are of no importance whatsoever.
There is something about safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows and feel as if you had drunk half a bottle of champagne — bubbling over with heartfelt gratitude for being alive.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears or the sea.
God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road.
There are many ways to the recognition of truth, and Burgundy is one of them.
When you have a great and difficult task, something perhaps almost impossible, if you only work a little at a time, every day a little, suddenly the work will finish itself.
A giraffe is so much a lady that one refrains from thinking of her legs, but remembers her as floating over the plains in long garb, draperies of morning mist her mirage.
Coffee, according to the women of Denmark, is to the body what the Word of the Lord is to the soul.
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business.
We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
I think all sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them.
There is something about Safari life that makes you forget all your sorrows
our longing is our pledge, and blessed are the homesick, for they shall come home.
A poet's mission is to make others confound fiction and reality in order to render them, for an hour, mysteriously happy.
The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.
The air was cold to the lungs, the long grass dripping wet, and the herbs on it gave out their spiced astringent scent. In a little while on all sides the Cicada would begin to sing. The grass was me , and the air, the distant invisible mountains were me, the tired oxen were me. I breathed with the slight night-wind in the thorn trees.
To be a person is to have a story to tell.
People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a placid ecstasy, and ease of heart, that are like honey on the tongue.
There is a particular hapiness in giving a man whom you like very much, good food that you have cooked yourself.
Truth is for tailors and shoemakers. I, on the contrary, have always held that the Lord has a penchant for masquerades.
If there were one more thing I could do, it would be to go on safari once again.
I think it will be truly glorious when women become real people and have the whole world open to them.
Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.
I had seen a herd of Buffalo, one hundred and twenty-nine of them, come out of the morning mist under a copper sky, one by one, as if the dark and massive, iron-like animals with the mighty horizontally swung horns were not approaching, but were being created before my eyes and sent out as they were finished.
The flamingoes are the most delicately colored of all the African birds, pink and red like a flying twig of an oleander bush. They have incredibly long legs and bizarre and recherché curves of their necks and bodies, as if from some exquisite traditional prudery they were making all attitudes and movements in life as difficult as possible.
Write a little every day, without hope, without despair.
What is man, when you come to think upon him, but a minutely set, ingenious machine for turning with infinite artfulness, the red wine of Shiraz into urine?
The best of my nature reveals itself in play, and play is sacred.
It is difficult to restrain admirers of Shakespeare once they have begun to speak of him.
Man and woman are two locked caskets, of which each contains the key to the other.
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.
The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.
I have read true piety defined as: loving one’s destiny unconditionally – and there is something in it. That is to say: I think that in a way this sort of “religiousness” is the condition for real happiness.
I will not let thee go, except thou bless me.
My love was both humble and audacious, like that of a page for his lady.
Do you know...what I think is a great pity? It is this: that we have all become such skeptics that we hardly believe what our pious grandmothers told us.
Real art must always involve some witchcraft.
Man reaches the highest point of lovableness at 12 to 17 - to get it back, in a second flowering, at the age of 70 to 90
It is not the visions but the activity which makes you happy, and the joy and glory of the flier is the flight itself. . . Every time I have gone up in an aeroplane and looked down have realized I was free of the ground, I have had the consciousness of a new discovery. "I see:" I have thought, "This was the idea. And now I understand everything."
The cure for anything is salt water -- sweat, teats, or the sea.
During the first quarter of the last century, seaside resorts became the fashion, even in those countries of Northern Europe within the minds of whose people the sea had hitherto held the role of the devil, the cold and voracious hereditary foe of humanity.
I do not think that I could ever really love a woman who had not, at one time or another, been up on a broomstick.
I had seen a herd of Elephant travelling through dense native forest .
.. pacing along as if they had an appointment at the end of the world.
All sorrows can be borne if you can put them into a story.
It is more than their land that you take away from the people, whose native land you take. It is their past as well, their roots and their identity. If you take away the things that they have been used to see and will be expecting to see, you may, in a way, as well take their eyes.
When in the end, the day came on which I was going away, I learned the strange learning that things can happen which we ourselves cannot possibly imagine, either beforehand, or at the time when they are taking place, or afterwards when we look back on them.
Your own self, your personality and existence are reflected within the mind of each of the people whom you meet, ... into a likeness, a caricature of yourself, which still lives on and appears to be, in some way, the truth about you. Even a flattering picture is... a lie.
Be unswervingly and eternally loyal to the story.
A visitor is a friend, he brings news, good or bad, which is bread to the hungry minds in lonely places. A real friend who comes to the house is a heavenly messenger, who brings the panis angelorum.