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Diane Ackerman

Datum narození: 7. říjen 1948
Další jména: Diane Ackermanová

Diane Ackerman je autorka, básnířka, přírodovědkyně.


„Nemůžeme dojít na konec svého života a zjistit, že jsme žili jen jeho délku. Je třeba žít také jeho šířku a hloubku.“

„I don't want to get to the end of my life and find that I have just lived the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.“


„Look at your feet. You are standing in the sky. When we think of the sky, we tend to look up, but the sky actually begins at the earth. We walk through it, yell into it, rake leaves, wash the dog, and drive cars in it. We breathe it deep within us. With every breath, we inhale millions of molecules of sky, heat them briefly, and then exhale them back into the world.“ A Natural History of the Senses

„When I set a glass prism on a windowsill and allow the sun to flood through it, a spectrum of colors dances on the floor. What we call "white" is a rainbow of colored rays packed into a small space. The prism sets them free. Love is the white light of emotion.“ A Natural History of Love

„It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between.“ A Natural History of the Senses

„Wonder is the heaviest element on the periodic table. Even a tiny fleck of it stops time.“

„Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.“ A Natural History of the Senses

„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 reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.“


„I don’t want to be a passenger in my own life.“

„I'm an Earth ecstatic, and my creed is simple: All life is sacred, life loves life, and we are capable of improving our behavior toward one another. As basic as that is, for me it's also tonic and deeply spiritual, glorifying the smallest life-form and embracing the most distant stars.“ An Alchemy of Mind: The Marvel and Mystery of the Brain

„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 color and texture when the mood strikes us, but in time it will return to its original form, just as Nature will in time turn our precisely laid-out cities into a weed-way.“ A Natural History of the Senses

„When I go biking, I repeat a mantra of the day's sensations: bright sun, blue sky, warm breeze, blue jay's call, ice melting and so on. This helps me transcend the traffic, ignore the clamorings of work, leave all the mind theaters behind and focus on nature instead. I still must abide by the rules of the road, of biking, of gravity. But I am mentally far away from civilization. The world is breaking someone else's heart.“


„Libraries change lives. They are the soul of a people.“

„Of all the errands life seems to be running, of all the mysteries that enchant us, love is my favorite“ A Natural History of Love

„That evening, as I watched the sunset’s pinwheels of apricot and mauve slowly explode into red ribbons, I thought: The sensory misers will inherit the earth, but first they will make it not worth living on. When you consider something like death, after which (there being no news flash to the contrary) we may well go out like a candle flame, then it probably doesn’t matter if we try too hard, are awkward sometimes, care for one another too deeply, are excessively curious about nature, are too open to experience, enjoy a nonstop expense of the senses in an effort to know life intimately and lovingly. It probably doesn’t matter if, while trying to be modest and eager watchers of life’s many spectacles, we sometimes look clumsy or get dirty or ask stupid questions or reveal our ignorance or say the wrong thing or light up with wonder like the children we all are. It probably doesn’t matter if a passerby sees us dipping a finger into the moist pouches of dozens of lady’s slippers to find out what bugs tend to fall into them, and thinks us a bit eccentric. Or a neighbor, fetching her mail, sees us standing in the cold with our own letters in one hand and a seismically red autumn leaf in the other its color hitting our sense like a blow from a stun gun, as we stand with a huge grin, too paralyzed by the intricately veined gaudiness of the leaf to move.“ A Natural History of the Senses

„I watched her face switch among the radio stations of memory“ The Zookeeper's Wife

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