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Den afrikanske farm
Karen BlixenDen afrikanske farm
Karen BlixenKaren Blixen: 82 cytaty5 Polubień
Karen Blixen słynne cytaty
„Nie zawsze chcę wiedzieć, dokąd podążam.”
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Pożegnanie z Afryką
„Czasami wolałbym żyć samotnie i umrzeć w samotności. Tak by było fair.”
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Pożegnanie z Afryką
Karen Blixen cytaty
„Natura ludzka ma wielkie zdolności samoodradzania się.”
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Pożegnanie z Afryką
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Pożegnanie z Afryką
„Kiedy Bogowie chcą cię ukarać, spełniają twoje prośby.”
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Pożegnanie z Afryką
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Pożegnanie z Afryką
„Miałam w Afryce farmę u stóp gór Ngong (…).”
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
początek powieści.
Pożegnanie z Afryką
Karen Blixen: Cytaty po angielsku
“I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills.”
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
First lines.
Źródło: Out of Africa (1937)
Kontekst: I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the North, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold.
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Źródło: Out of Africa
As quoted in Reader's Digest (April 1964)
Variant: I know a cure for everything. Salt water … in one form or another, sweat, tears or the salt sea.
Wariant: The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Źródło: Out of Africa (1937)
Kontekst: 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. They also know that the real glory of dreams lies in their atmosphere of unlimited freedom. It is not the freedom of the dictator, who enforces his own will on the world, but the freedom of the artist, who has no will, who is free of will. The pleasure of the true dreamer does not lie in the substance of the dream, but in this: that there things happen without any interference from his side, and altogether outside his control. Great landscapes create themselves, long splendid views, rich and delicate colours, roads, houses, which he has never seen or heard of...
Źródło: Out of Africa / Shadows on the Grass
Written of her experience with actress Marilyn Monroe in a letter to the American author, Fleur Cowles Meyer, in 1961. As quoted in Fragments, by Stanley Buchthal and Bernard Comment (2010)
Karen Blixen książka Anecdotes of Destiny
"Babette's Feast"
Anecdotes of Destiny (1953)
Kontekst: When later in life they thought of this evening it never occurred to any of them that they might have been exalted by their own merit. They realized that the infinite grace of which General Loewenhielm had spoken had been allotted to them, and they did not even wonder at the fact, for it had been but the fulfillment of an ever-present hope. The vain illusions of this earth had dissolved before their eyes like smoke, and they had seen the universe as it really is. They had been given one hour of the millennium.
Karen Blixen książka Seven Gothic Tales
"The Deluge at Norderney"
Źródło: Seven Gothic Tales (1934)
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
As quoted in obituaries (7 September 1962)
Wariant: God made the world round so we would never be able to see too far down the road.
Źródło: Out of Africa
“All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them.”
As quoted in The Human Condition (1958) by Hannah Arendt. This appears as part of a statement in a 1957 interview where she speaks of a friend's comments about her:
I am not a novelist, really not even a writer; I am a storyteller. One of my friends said about me that I think all sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story or tell a story about them, and perhaps this is not entirely untrue. To me, the explanation of life seems to be its melody, its pattern. And I feel in life such an infinite, truly inconceivable fantasy.
Interview with Bent Mohn in The New York Times Book Review (3 November 1957)
Paraphrased variant : All suffering is bearable if it is seen as part of a story.
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Out of Africa (1937)
Letter to her mother (26 February 1919)
“It never has happened, and it never will happen, and that is why it is told.”
Karen Blixen książka Anecdotes of Destiny
"The Immortal Story"
Anecdotes of Destiny (1953)
“Real art must always involve some witchcraft.”
Letters from Africa: 1914-1931 (1981) edited by Frans Lasson, translated by Anne Born.
Karen Blixen książka Den afrikanske farm
Out of Africa (1937)
Karen Blixen książka Last Tales
"The Blank Page"
Last Tales (1957)
Kontekst: Why, you are to become a story teller, and I shall give you the reasons! Hear then: Where the storyteller is loyal, eternally and unswervingly loyal to the story, there, in the end, silence will speak. Where the story has been betrayed, silence is but emptiness. But we, the faithful, when we have spoken our last word, will hear the voice of silence. Whether a small snotty lass understands it or not.
Karen Blixen książka Seven Gothic Tales
"The Dreamers"
Seven Gothic Tales (1934)
Kontekst: The consolations of the vulgar are bitter in the royal ear. Let physicians and confectioners and servants in the great houses be judged by what they have done, and even by what they have meant to do; the great people themselves are judged by what they are. I have been told that lions, trapped and shut up in cages, grieve from shame more than from hunger.
Karen Blixen książka Anecdotes of Destiny
"Babette's Feast"
Anecdotes of Destiny (1953)
Kontekst: Of what happened later in the evening nothing definite can here be stated. None of the guests later on had any clear remembrance of it. They only knew that the rooms had been filled with a heavenly light, as if a number of small halos had blended into one glorious radiance. Taciturn old people received the gift of tongues; ears that for years had been almost deaf were opened to it. Time itself had merged into eternity. Long after midnight the windows of the house shone like gold, and golden song flowed out into the winter air.
