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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.

Annie Dillard

The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
ANNIE DILLARD

Alone Love Secret Writing
Write about winter in the summer.
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Summer Winter Writing
We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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Feeling Place Planet Travel
Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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Afternoon Spend Travel Vacation
Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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According Away Believe Book Light Swept
The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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Creation Gesture Stuff
The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
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Greed Life Requirement Sensation Spirit
Nature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
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Block Flake Mute Nature Silence World
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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Care Human Nature Nature Passionate
Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Love Man She Woman
I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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Inspirational Learning Live Remember
The world knew you before you knew the world.
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Judgment World
Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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Emergency Extend Kind Live Survival
Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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Art Traffic Traning
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.
ANNIE DILLARD

Book Happiness Literature Nature Night Reading Words
The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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Answer Beauty Grace Performance Sense Thinking Try

I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.

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