Diane Ackerman Short Quotes

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Like love, travel makes you innocent again.

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Flight is nothing but an attitude in motion.

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It's animal by animal that you save a species.

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Smell is the mute sense, the one without words.

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Our skin is what stands between us and the world.

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Human beings are sloshing sacks of chemicals on the move.

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Culture is what people invent when they have lost nature.

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Variety is the pledge that matter makes to living things.

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Words are small shapes in the gorgeous chaos of the world.

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I hate the fearful trimming of possibilities that age brings.

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Adult bats don't weigh much. They're mainly fur and appetite.

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Who would drink from a cup when they can drink from the source?

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Fear is danger to your body, but disgust is danger to your soul.

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There is a way of beholding nature that is itself a form of prayer.

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The lunging waves shook froth from their mouths like runaway horses.

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Nothing reveals more about the inner life of a people than their arts.

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The well of nature is full today. Time to go outside and take a drink.

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When art separates this thick tangle of feelings, love bares its bones.

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There are truths that can only be learned when you're dancing in chains.

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After all, coffee is bitter, a flavor from the forbidden and dangerous realm.

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Writing, which is my form of celebration and prayer, is also my way of inquiry.

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Violets smell like burnt sugar cubes that have been dipped in lemon and velvet.

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Love is the best school, but the tuition is high and the homework can be painful.

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As fleeting emotions stalk it, a face can leak fear or the guilt of a forming lie.

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How shall I
celebrate the planet
that, even now, carries me
in its fruited womb?

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