She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
ANNIE DILLARDIt 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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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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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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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 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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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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 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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
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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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