There are no events but thoughts and the heart’s hard turning, the heart’s slow learning where to love and whom. The rest is merely gossip, and tales for other times.
ANNIE DILLARDI cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam. It is possible, in deep space, to sail on solar wind. Light, be it particle or wave, has force: you rig a giant sail and go. The secret of seeing is to sail on solar wind.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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You do not have to sit outside in the dark. If, however, you want to look at the stars, you will find that darkness is necessary. But the stars neither require nor demand it.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
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Mountains are giant, restful, absorbent. You can heave your spirit into a mountain and the mountain will keep it, folded, and not throw it back as some creeks will. The creeks are the world with all its stimulus and beauty; I live there. But the mountains are home.
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It has always been a happy thought to me that the creek runs on all night, new every minute, whether I wish it or know it or care, as a closed book on a shelf continues to whisper to itself its own inexhaustible tale.
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I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time – give it, give it all, give it now.
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I think it would be well, and proper, and obedient, and pure, to grasp your one necessity and not let it go, to dangle from it limp wherever it takes you.
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We are most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
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