The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
ANNIE DILLARDThe sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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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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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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I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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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 most deeply asleep at the switch when we fancy we control any switches at all.
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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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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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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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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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At a certain point, you say to the woods, to the sea, to the mountains, the world, Now I am ready. Now I will stop and be wholly attentive. You empty yourself and wait, listening.
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