Isak Dinesen
Isak Dinesen
Baroness Karen von Blixen-Finecke, née Karen Christenze Dinesen, was a Danish author, also known by the pen name Isak Dinesen, who wrote works in Danish, French and English. She also at times used the pen names Tania Blixen, Osceola, and Pierre Andrézel...
silence doe tales
Who tells a finer tale than any of us. Silence does.
play sacred
The best of my nature reveals itself in play, and play is sacred.
art real witchcraft
Real art must always involve some witchcraft.
religious real thinking
There is hardly any other sphere in which prejudice and superstition of the most horrific kind have been retained so long as in that of women, and just as it must have been an inexpressable relief for humanity when it shook off the burden of religious prejudice and superstition, I think it will be truly glorious when women become real people and have the whole world open before them.
suicide dream people
For really, dreaming is the well-mannered people's way of committing suicide.
past imagination remember
We invent the past and remember the future.
believe grandmother thinking
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.
speak admirer difficult
It is difficult to restrain admirers of Shakespeare once they have begun to speak of him.
failure ideas bears
While we are young the idea of death or failure is intolerable to us; even the possibility of ridicule we cannot bear.
men ugly-things mind
In the mind and nature of a man a secret is an ugly thing, like a hidden physical defect.
loyalty stories loyal
Be unswervingly and eternally loyal to the story.
dream taken heart
It is a sad hardship and slavery to people who live in towns, that in their movements they know of one dimension only; they walk along the line as if they were led on a string. The transition from the line to the plane into the two dimensions, when you wander across a field or through a wood, is a splendid liberation to the slaves, like the French Revolution. But in the air you are taken into the full freedom of the three dimensions; after long ages of exile and dreams the homesick heart throws itself into the arms of space.
here-i-am supposed-to-be
Here I am, where I am supposed to be.
doe planes parcel
One does not travel by plane. One is merely sent, like a parcel.