The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less.
ANNIE DILLARDThe universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out.
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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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Make connections; let rip; and dance where you can.
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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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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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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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There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by.
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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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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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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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The world knew you before you knew the world.
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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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