The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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We live in all we seek.
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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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 search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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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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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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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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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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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