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.
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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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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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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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I do not so much write a book as sit up with it, as a dying friend. I hold its hand and hope it will get better.
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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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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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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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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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