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.
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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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