Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.
ANNIE DILLARDI would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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You search, you break your heart, your back, your brain, and then-and only then-it is handed to you.
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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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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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You can serve or you can sing, and wreck your heart in prayer, working the world’s hard work.
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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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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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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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Nature is, above all, profligate.
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What a hideout: Holiness lies spread and borne over the surface of time and stuff like color.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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Spend the afternoon. You can’t take it with you.
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Adverbs are a sign that you’ve used the wrong verb.
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Every live thing is a survivor on a kind of extended emergency bivouac.
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Nothing moves a woman so deeply as the boyhood of the man she loves.
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Our life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery.
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Write about winter in the summer.
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He is careful of what he reads, for that is what he will write. He is careful of what he learns, for that is what he will know.
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No one escapes the wilderness on the way to the promised land.
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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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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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We live in all we seek.
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You’ve got to jump off cliffs all the time and build your wings on the way down.
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We are here on the planet only once, and might as well get a feel for the place.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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