You know you are truly alive when you’re living among lions.
Isak DinesenRead
If I know a song of Africa, of the giraffe and the African new moon lying on her back, of the plows in the fields and the sweaty faces of the coffee pickers, does Africa know a song of me? Will the air over the plain quiver with a color that I have had on, or the children invent a game in which my name is, or the full moon throw a shadow over the gravel of the drive that was like me, or will the eagles of the Ngong Hills look out for me?
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects on the reciprocal relationship between individuals and their environment, questioning the impact one has on their surroundings.
In this quote, Isak Dinesen contemplates the connection between herself and Africa. She reflects on whether the land, life, and culture that she knows so well will also recognize and remember her. The imagery suggests a deep bond with nature and humanity, emphasizing how individuals are both shaped by their environment and leave an imprint on it. It poses profound questions about legacy, belonging, and the relationship between people and the places they inhabit.
Themes
AfricaSongConnectionLegacyNature
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used during a speech on environmental conservation to illustrate our impact on nature.
More from Isak Dinesen
All quotes →I do not know if you remember the tale of the girl who saves the ship under mutiny by sitting on the powder barrel with her lighted torch... and all the time knowing that it is empty? This has seemed to me a charming image of the women of my time. There they were, keeping the world in order... by sitting on the mystery of life, and knowing themselves that there was no mystery.
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I was young, and by instinct of self-preservation I had to collect my energy on something, if I were not to be whirled away with the dusk on the farm-roads, or the smoke on the plain. I begun in the evenings to write stories, fairy-tales, and romances, that would take my mind a long way off, to other countries and times.
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The lime trees were in bloom. But in the early morning only a faint fragrance drifted through the garden, an airy message, an aromatic echo of the dreams during the short summer night.
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A visitor is a friend, he brings news, good or bad, which is bread to the hungry minds in lonely places. A real friend who comes to the house is a heavenly messenger, who brings the panis angelorum.
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The Cicada sing an endless song in the long grass, smells run along the earth and falling stars run over the sky, like tears over a cheek. You are the privileged person to whom everything is taken. The Kings of Tarshish shall bring gifts.
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