Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
ANNIE DILLARDThe real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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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The secret is not to write about what you love best, but about what you, alone, love at all.
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Books swept me away, this way and that, one after the other; I made endless vows according to their lights for I believed them.
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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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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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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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The dedicated life is worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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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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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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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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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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The extravagant gesture is the very stuff of creation.
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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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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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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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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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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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We live in all we seek.
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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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