When I go biking, I am mentally far far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
Wonder is a bulky emotion. When you let it fill your heart and mind, there isn't room for anxiety, distress or anything… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
The heart is a museum, filled with the exhibits of a lifetime's loves. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
Happiness doesn't require laughter, only well-being and a sense that the world is breaking someone else's heart, not mine. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
Home is where the heart is, we say, rubbing the flint of one abstraction against another. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
If a mind is just a few pounds of blood, urea, and electricity, how does it manage to contemplate itself, worry about… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
In rare moments of deep play, we can lay aside our sense of self, shed time's continuum, ignore pain, and sit quietly… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
We think of it as a sort of traffic accident of the heart. It is an emotion that scares us more than… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share Image
A self is a frightening thing to waste, it's the lens through which one's whole life is viewed, and few people are willing to… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
“Our lives together, our duet, also continues to evolve, and even if we can’t go back to how it was, we’re designing a good… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? ...We are all shape-shifters and magical… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
Though we marry as adults, we don't marry adults. We marry children who have grown up and still rejoice in being children, especially if… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
“The etymology of the Hebrew word for prophet, navi, combines three processes: navach (to cry out), nava (to gush or flow), and navuv (to… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
Knee-deep in the cosmic overwhelm, I’m stricken by the ricochet wonder of it all: the plain everythingness of everything, in cahoots with the everythingness… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
Symbolic of life, hair bolts from our head[s]. Like the earth, it can be harvested, but it will rise again. We can change its… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
“Most people know that 30 to 40 percent of the world's Jews were killed during World War II, but not that 80 to 90… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
The further we distance ourselves from the spell of the present, explored by our senses, the harder it will be to understand and protect… — Diane Ackerman Copy Share
