I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
ANNIE DILLARDI wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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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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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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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.
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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 is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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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 universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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