Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
ANNIE DILLARDWe live in all we seek.
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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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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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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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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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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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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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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We have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
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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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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.
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We live in all we seek.
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