Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
ANNIE DILLARDWherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand – that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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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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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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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand – that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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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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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I 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.
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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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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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I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn’t flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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