No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
ANNIE DILLARDNo one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
ANNIE DILLARDI break up through the skin of awareness a thousand times a day, as dolphins burst through seas, and dive again, and rise, and dive.
ANNIE DILLARDThe dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
ANNIE DILLARDWrite about winter in the summer.
ANNIE DILLARDMountains 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.
ANNIE DILLARDThere is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
ANNIE DILLARDI wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
ANNIE DILLARDYou can’t test courage cautiously.
ANNIE DILLARDNature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
ANNIE DILLARDI 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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
ANNIE DILLARDNature is, above all, profligate.
ANNIE DILLARDExperiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
ANNIE DILLARDPeople love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
ANNIE DILLARDBooks swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
ANNIE DILLARDWe have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
ANNIE DILLARD