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.
ANNIE DILLARDWe have not yet encountered any god who is as merciful as a man who flicks a beetle over on its feet.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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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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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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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It was less like seeing than like being for the first time seen, knocked breathless by a powerful glance.
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The universe was not made in jest but in solemn incomprehensible earnest.
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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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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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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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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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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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These are our few live seasons. Let us live them as purely as we can, in the present.
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I had been my whole life a bell, and never knew it until at that moment I was lifted and struck.
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Art is like an ill-trained Labrador retriever that drags you out into traffic.
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You can’t test courage cautiously.
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