Nature is, above all, profligate.
ANNIE DILLARD- black
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I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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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.
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.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
ANNIE DILLARDThe universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
ANNIE DILLARDWhat a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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 DILLARDIt 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.
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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.
ANNIE DILLARDI 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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
ANNIE DILLARDThe dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
ANNIE DILLARDHe is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
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We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
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At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
ANNIE DILLARDSpend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
ANNIE DILLARDThe secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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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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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
ANNIE DILLARDThe sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe 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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