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.
ANNIE DILLARDThe real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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 can’t test courage cautiously.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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 would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
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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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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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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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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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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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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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