You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
ANNIE DILLARDNothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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How we spend our days is, of course, how we spend our lives. What we do with this hour, and that one, is what we are doing. A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days.
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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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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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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.
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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 DILLARD