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.
ANNIE DILLARDNothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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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.
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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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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People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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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 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 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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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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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.
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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
ANNIE DILLARD