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davidhudson · 3 days
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Isak Dinesen, April 17, 1885 – September 7, 1962.
1961 photo by Ugo Mulas.
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red-ibis-red · 8 months
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It was a day in late August; the clouds hung low; it had rained, but towards evening a wind rose, and the sunset was fine.
—Isak Dinesen, “Alkmene”, Winter’s Tales
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okuryazarlar · 6 months
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"La cura para todo es agua salada: Sudor, lágrimas, o el mar."
Isak Dinesen
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fawnvelveteen · 9 months
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Karen Blixen photographed in 1913
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entheognosis · 10 months
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ragazzoarcano · 6 months
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“Un periodo difficile aiuta a comprendere meglio quanto infinitamente ricca e bella sia la vita in ogni suo aspetto, e come molto di ciò di cui noi ci preoccupiamo non abbia la benchè minima importanza.”
— Isak Dinesen
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One evening. In a suburban English garden.
[Ian Sanders]
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“I turned to the animal world from the world of men; my heart was heavy with the tragedy of the night.” ― Karen Blixen, Out of Africa
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Out of Africa (1985)
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The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea.
- Isak Dinesen
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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 29 days
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red-ibis-red · 7 months
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“As we walked in the wood today I thought that now I have got back my sight, and my sense of smell, from when I was a little girl. All things here tell me, of their own, what they signify.” She stopped, her gaze steadying.
—Isak Dinesen, “The Dreaming Child”, Winter’s Tales
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las-microfisuras · 1 year
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Ahora que ya remonto la mitad del camino de mi vida,
yo que siempre me apené de las gentes mayores,
yo, que soy eterna pues he muerto cien veces, de tedio, de agonía,
y que alargo mis brazos al sol en las mañanas y me arrullo
en las noches y me canto canciones para espantar el miedo,
¿qué haré con esta sombra que comienza a vestirme
y a despojarme sin remordimientos?
Ahora que ya no soy más joven 
- Piedad Bonnett
Imagen: La baronesa Karen Blixen, aka Isak Dinasen, en su granja de Kenia, 1930's
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apesoformythoughts · 10 months
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“We tremble before making our choice in life, and after having made it again tremble in fear of having chosen wrong. But the moment comes when our eyes are opened, and we see and realize that grace is infinite. Grace, my friends, demands nothing from us but that we shall await it with confidence and acknowledge it in gratitude.”
— “Babette’s Feast” (quoted in Absolute Music)
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La cura para todo es siempre agua salada: el sudor, las lágrimas o el mar.
Isak Dinesen
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higherentity · 3 months
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