Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
ANNIE DILLARDYou can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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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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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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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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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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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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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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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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