I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky,… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
In Africa, when you pick up a book worth reading, out of the deadly consignments which good ships are always being made… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
What is life when you come to think upon it, but a most excellent, accurately set, infinitely complicated machine for turning fat… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
Nobody has seen the trekking birds take their way towards such warmer spheres as do not exist, or rivers break their course… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
Your own self, your personality and existence are reflected within the mind of each of the people whom you meet, ... into a likeness,… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
When we are young the idea of death or failure is intolerable to us; even the possibility of ridicule we cannot bear. But we… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
Here and there, in some older houses, old faded daguerreotypes still hang on the walls... They seem to us to be very simple... compared… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
“It is more than their land that you take away from the people, whose Native land you take. It is their past as well,… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
There was a place in the Hills, on the first ridge in the Game Reserve, that I myself at the time when I thought… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
People who dream when they sleep at night know of a special kind of happiness which the world of the day holds not, a… — Isak Dinesen Copy Share Image
