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 DILLARDMake connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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 dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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One of the few things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time…give it, give it all, give it now.
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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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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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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.
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Caring passionately about something isn’t against nature, and it isn’t against human nature. It’s what we’re here to do.
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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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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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Nature’s silence is its one remark, and every flake of world is a chip off that old mute and immutable block.
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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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