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.
ANNIE DILLARDWherever 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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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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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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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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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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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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 wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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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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