I 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 DILLARDOur life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love 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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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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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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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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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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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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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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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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