I wake expectant, hoping to see a new thing.
ANNIE DILLARDYou 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.
More Annie Dillard Quotes
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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 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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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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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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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 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.
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The real and proper question is: why is it beautiful
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I would like to learn, or remember, how to live.
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She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.
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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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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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People love pretty much the same things best. A writer looking for subjects inquires not after what he loves best, but after what he alone loves at all.
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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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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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