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.
ANNIE DILLARDHe 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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